After a mistake in residential availability at a university, Sam is assigned to live with a strange sorority on the campus, where the girls inside are a little different than the average college chicks. Once the existence of magic is no longer a secret, the young man will be the subject of several bewitching adventures, until he ultimately discovers that the college may have not made an error.
Length: 19,100 words
This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender transformations, erotic inflation, magic and witchcraft, humorous scenarios, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.
Excerpt:
Paris was down in the common area when I finally mustered up enough courage to pop out of my bedroom and into the rest of the sorority house. All the other girls mostly passed me without batting an eye towards my changed hands and feet, other than the occasional second look because I was a boy walking around in the middle of an all-girl house. Tripling the pairs of socks on my feet helped keep my shoes on, and I could safely hide my hands in my pockets.
She was lying on the couch, a book levitating over her chest, and an invisible hand turning the pages when her eyes had read all the words. After clearing my throat, the book fell to her body, and she turned up to gaze at me. "Sleep well?"
I shrugged. "Not really. Couldn't quite sleep after ... whatever happened last night. Been awake pretty much all morning."
Paris pushed herself up to a sitting position and motioned for me to occupy the space next to her. "And the hands and feet are "
" still the same, unfortunately." I pulled my hands out of my pockets and held them out front. "I was hoping it was temporary, you know, like when an allergy causes hands and feet to swell up."
"I don't know of an allergy that makes them get smaller."
"Yeah," I chuckled. "Me neither. They're not just thinner, but it's like the bones are completely different." My hands turned into fists, and I rotated them for the girl next to me to see. "I mean, I don't even recognize them. The palms feel different and everything."
Paris held out her hand and curled her fingers into a fist. "About the same as me. If I didn't know any better, Sam, I'd say you have girl hands." Her eyes fell down to my legs. "And girl feet. How are your shoes staying on?"
"Extra socks. Even in multiple layers, they're still pretty lose." My head went to my palms, and I rubbed my eyes, thinking about the last twelve hours. "How could this happen?"
"You have a magical gift, just like the rest of us in this sorority."
"I guess," I mumbled. "I've never been able to do anything with it before."
"Well, sometimes a dream can boost your abilities. With something as emotional as your nightmares, I can see how your mind can cause a change."
I held my hands up. "But this? It doesn't make any sense."