Jeane fidgeted in their seat as the car pulled onto campus. It was their first day of college, and, as a bottom feeder, Jeane had a number of concerns regarding life away from home. Would they be able to make new friends? Would they do well in their classes? Would they be able to find someone to provide nutrition? Would anyone want to hang out with a bottom-feeder such as themselves? These questions had burned at the back of their mind for the entire ride, and now that they'd arrived, the time had come for Jeane find out.
To a passer-by on the street, Jeane would have appeared as a somewhat androgynous woman. With a small, but still present pair of breasts, and short hair, one could be excused if they were to mistake them for a young man. This was thanks to their status as a bottom-feeder, or Bo-Fe. Although born either Male or Female, bottom feeders, after reaching puberty, would begin to develop secondary sexual characteristics somewhere in-between the two sexes. They would also develop a number of characteristics unique to their sex. First, a Bo-Fe's metabolism would be affected, as their bodies adapted to consume and digest bodily fluids as a primary source of nutrition. Their anatomy would be affected as well. With their mouths' (Dubbed "oral canal" by professionals) becoming somewhat adventitious, or textured for sexual stimulation, and their saliva as well as other secretions, gained anti-bacterial properties to prevent and even remove STIs in others. A Bo-Fe's tongue would also become longer, able to point further out of their mouth than an average person's. Finally, the genitals of a Bo-Fe would develop away from their original set to become more androgynous. Thankfully, for those Bo-Fe who had grown up with female hardware, the fact that the role of a Bo-Fe was not reproduction itself meant they did not suffer the inconvenience of monthly periods.
While tests to detect the recessive gene responsible for one's transformation into a Bo-Fe come puberty existed, Bo-Fe were rare enough that tests were rarely sought out, and as such, the transformation into a Bo-Fe would often come as a surprise to anyone with the gene. This also meant that the process was often skimmed over, if not skipped entirely in health classes.
"Whew! I was beginning to wonder if this trip would ever be over!"
Jeane's dad announced their arrival at the dormitory as he pulled into the parking lot just outside.
"Would you like me to help you unpack?"
"No thanks dad, I'll bring everything in myself."
"At least let me take a peek at your room. I can't send you off without knowing you've got a safe place to stay."
"Sure thing dad."
After Jeane and their father had collected Jeane's room key from the building don, they made their way up the stairs to Jeane's room. After depositing Jeane's things (A duffel bag of clothes, and some bedding.) and inspecting the room, Jeane's dad departed.
Jeane's room was a small space, it was pretty bare-bones as well. With only a bed, closet, desk, and some other basic amenities to speak of. Jeane noticed it didn't have a washroom. From what they could tell going through the halls, all the public washrooms in the building were gendered too. Jeane would have to cross that bridge when they came to it.
Jeane put down their things and began to unpack, they barely had time to put their clothes away in their dresser however, when they heard a knock at their door.
After hastily brushing their hair back and flashing their best smile, Jeane cracked the door open, and peered through at the person on the other side.
"Hello! My name's Serina, I'm the don for this floor, nice to meet you!" Said the surprise visitor. She was a short blonde girl with hair that went down to her shoulders, she was wearing a mustard-yellow polo with the college's logo emblazoned on the left breast.
"I take it you're Jeane? It's good to meet you! I live just three doors down, so don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything at all. When you're done packing you should come down to the front lawn to join us for ice-breaker activities, I'm sure you'll be find someone you get along with."
Jeane took a deep breath. They'd always dreaded ice-breaker activities. As the only Bottom-Feeder in their high-school, Jeane had been the subject of ridicule from her peers for over half a decade. Not only had this affected their social life, it had also meant that Jeane hadn't been able to find an SO for the entirety of their high-school career, and had been forced to subsist on nutrition graciously provided by members of her family. Now that Jeane was away from home however, they could no longer rely on that food source. And would have to find someone to provide, or suffer malnutrition for the duration of the semester. It seemed they'd have to overcome their inhibitions and join the ice-breaker games whether they liked it or not.
Jeane finished unpacking their things and changed into something more presentable, a button up shirt and jean-shorts. They debated how many buttons they should leave undone on their shirt, Jeane had learned from Online Bo-Fe forums that it helped to be proactive when searching for someone with which to start a "Nutritional relationship" as they called it. Jeane decided to do up one button less than they normally did. Though their breasts were meager, they were undeniably present.
Jeane then made their way downstairs, then outside where the ice-breaker activities were to be held.
