It was the autumn of 2012. My first semester of college, my first time truly on my own. I was freshly eighteen and thoroughly enjoying my newfound independence. It was a Friday afternoon, just a few weeks into the semester. Classes had wrapped up and I quickly returned to my room, eager for my run. Fortunately for me, I had scored a single and had all the privacy I could want. Tossing my bag on the floor and setting my keys on the desk, I proceeded to change into my running gear. Off came the oversized sweatshirt, the skinny jeans, and the low-top Converse. Soon I found myself standing before my mirror, studying my body.I was definitely a late bloomer; always rail-thin, more boyish than feminine. Over the past few months, I had noticed soft curves had begun to appear along my hips. My breasts had grown some, now about a B-cup. I noticed my small, pink nipples were hardening in the cool air as I pulled a sports bra on. Even istanbul travesti with the recent development I still frequently went braless because, well, why not? I had always been awkward about my body, keeping it covered up even when I didn’t have anything to show off. As I pulled a pair of running shorts on, I noticed how long my legs looked in them. Granted, pushing 6’ as a girl already made me a bit leggy.“What people must think when they see me, the Amazonian, hurdling down the sidewalk,” I chuckled to myself. Slipping into my running shoes, I pulled my long, dark blonde hair back into a ponytail and headed out the door.***Even though it was still September, the Vermont air was beginning to cool. I shuddered slightly as I stepped outside my residence hall, quickly finding myself distracted with pulling up my running playlist on my phone. I didn’t even notice him until I found myself falling backward travesti istanbul on my ass.“Shit, are you okay?” A callused hand was grasping mine as I felt myself lifted up, coming face to face with him. “I tried to get your attention, but it was too late, I’m really sorry for bumping into you.”The initial shock finally wore off and I was able to register who was talking to me. His dark red hair was slightly tousled, not too long but not too short. He actually towered over me, he had to be at least 6’ 4”. He had a strong jawline with a few days of scruff. His lips looked soft and teased at a dazzling smile, but it was those eyes. So intelligent, so mischievous, so blue! I could feel my stomach flutter and my knees turn to jelly, how cliché is that?I mentally kicked myself for the rom-com bullshit, and also because I was becoming painfully aware that I still hadn’t answered him. “Erm, I’m okay, really! istanbul travestileri I shouldn’t have been walking and messing on my phone.”God damnit, why are you like this? I could feel myself turning red, a warm flush spreading across my face and chest, “I mean – are you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”I could feel his eyes study me, really taking me in. He seemed to be deep in thought before he laughed, ‘Nah, you’re good. I’m Lincoln, by the way.”I blushed even more, internally screaming at my own awkward self as I replied, “I’m Calamity, but most people call me Cal.”“Calamity… like, Calamity Jane?” Lincoln cocked his head to one side, “That’s different.”Shrugging nonchalantly, I retorted, “Guess my parents just didn’t want me to blend into the crowds of Sarah’s and Ashley’s that roam this campus in hordes. Besides, it could be worse…”Lincoln raised an eyebrow jokingly, “Oh yeah, how’s that?”A devilish look swept across my faced, “They could’ve named me Lincoln.”Lincoln laughed and rolled his eyes, “I’m wounded! And to think I was going to ask for your number.”I could feel my jaw drop, any sense of calm, cool collected-ness I thought I had was gone. “My-my number? Me?”