Fresher's Week

 

“I don’t know, I kind of wanted to stick around a bit longer before heading off” I said to Anna

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud.  You should totally come over to fresher’s week over at the university!  I was there last year, and I met some girls there…trust me, it’s life changing!  You don’t want to miss it!” Anna replied.  There was something a little off about her, I’d known her for years, but somehow I never realized how hot she is.  Her tits are huge…maybe it’s the black dress she was wearing…have I ever seen her in a dress?  What does she normally wear?  Why can’t I remember such a thing?  Weird…

I snap back to reality, with her staring at me, expecting a response.

“Fine, I’ll go and check this place out a bit earlier.  God knows I’ll probably be sick of it by the time the holidays come around and at that point I’ll blame you for making it worse.” I tease in response to her growing smile.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, here.” She slides me a piece of paper “This will help you find the girls I’m talking about, trust me, you won’t regret talking to them.  I think you’ll love what they can do to- I mean, do for you.”

I decide if I’m going to humour Anna I might as well go all the way and meet these girls she keeps talking about.

“Fine, well, guess I’d best go and get an early night and pack.  I’ll see you in a week I guess.” I muttered as I got up, looking back I saw Anna playing with her hair, using the window as a makeshift mirror.  Seriously, why did I never notice how hot she was or how big her tits are?

The next day, I make my way cross country to the campus.  I don’t find anything too out of the range of things that I was expecting, until I got to the spot that Anna had told me about.  I arrived to find a whole load of girls.  At first I thought it was some kind of sorority.  Does Anna not know that guys can’t join those?  But, then I was approached by a small group of girls with some kind of weird face paint on the side of their faces

“Hey babe, you wanna hear about our magic club?” One of the girls asks.  I was taken aback, that was pretty forward sounding compared to what I am normally used to, but, new university, new me, I decide to roll with it.

“Magic?” I scoff “Like how you all put your hands on an Ouija board and then it totally moves on its own or are we talking more bloody Mary kind of deal?” We all laugh, though their laughs seem just a touch sinister which makes me just a pinch nervous.

“No, no, silly” They say in unison as the markings on their faces all start to glow “We mean the real deal.”

Something is off, I can’t stop laughing and the three of them, as if all controlled by a single mind surround me.  I can’t control my body.  I can’t run.  I feel like I’m in the passenger seat of my own body as I cackle away.  I probably wouldn’t be so willing to run if I was actually able to.  God, why is this so funny to me?  Why won’t I stop laughing?  It wasn’t even that funny…

 

Before I know it, the girls have completely surrounded me and I feel them kissing my cheeks and mouth.  I keep laughing as they suck my skin and lips through their kisses.  I could feel my chest getting heavier.  I could see my hair getting longer.  Everything around me seemed to grow as I shrunk, and still I laughed.  God…these tits…they felt so good…I…I don’t want a cock between my legs anymore…I…yes…I can feel their magic, draining my masculinity and replacing it with sweet, sweet femininity.  My clothes were changing…my tits and hair were growing…my hips were expanding…my cock was inverting…I could feel the soft tingling and my new pussy as it formed.  Anna was right, this is life changing…wait…Anna…wasn’t always Anna…I remembered now…Andrew was my best friend…then I forgot that he ever was a guy.  Soon, everyone I know and love would forget that I was ever a man…for some reason, this made me so happy.  Happy enough that I could laugh like this forever.

After a few seconds which felt like euphoric hours, the girls pulled away, but I kept laughing.  That part of the spell had worn off on me, sure, but it didn’t matter.  I felt nothing but joy at my new body.  I knew it would be a few more hours before the magic really settled and I was really in my final form, but I was so happy to be rid of my old self.  I cannot express how much I look forward to joining the coven.  The girls said that they could feel some real potential in me when they turned me into a woman.  They said that my soul has a lot of magical energy in it.  I’m going to be a great witch, and I simply cannot wait.

 

Until I reach my full potential as a witch though, there is something else.  I spent the night sleeping at the coven headquarters.  We spent hours being introduced as the initiates to the rest of the coven.  They started to teach us some of the fundamentals.  We swore a pact before joining that anyone who we would teach had to be a woman, and if we wanted to teach someone male that we would have to turn them first.  I had no objections.  I woke up the next morning and one of the first things I did was go stand in front of a mirror.  My joy from the day before returned as I looked at my new form, finally complete.  So this is what I get to look like for the rest of my life.  This is the best fresher’s week ever.  I wonder who I’ll get to induct next year…