First Boy At The Witches Academy? [M23/F26] [Masturbation] [GentleFemdom] [Sissy] [Feminization] [Fantasy]

In a world were witchery was a thing, where witches were more or less occupying most of the top ends of every society on Earth, it always had a been a dream of mine to become a witch. I was obsessed with witches and witchery from a young age on. Actually a very common thing to be. Just that it mostly was a girls thing, and I was a boy.

My parents let me be, because partly they were hoping that it would pass, that my obsession would go away one day and I would become a skilled car mechanic like my father, but it just didn’t happen. Not a chance that I would follow him in his footsteps, and also not a chance that I would end up as a public servant like my mother did. The desire to become a witch, despite witches academies as far as known only took female students, it just was too big.

But even if I would have been female and not male, getting into one of the two handful witches academies that were scattered all around the planet, it was an everything but easy, better said a next to impossible thing to do: You at least needed to have a masters degree from another, best very prestigious university, to be able to apply.

And student numbers at the witches academies were very limited. But due the fact that witches couldn’t produce any offspring, it had something to do with them having magical powers, not much was known about it to the broad public, it luckily wasn’t only the offspring off witches that got into a witches academy. They had to recruit strangers, and they chose only the best.

After successfully applying to a witches academy you had to go through some extended psychological and physical tests, and survive an interview with some very old and experienced witches. And then you might get chosen to become a student at one of the witches academies.

Once you were enrolled in an academy you made it in life. You’d never have to worry about money, or finding a job again in your life. Because no matter if you graduated or not, yes, becoming a student was no guarantee for becoming a what they called a full witch, you now were one of them, and they looked after each other.

It was in my late teenage years that the facts mentioned above were brought to me by a job counselor in high school. The woman in her forties most likely wanted me to accept that I didn’t stood a chance, that I never would make it into a witches academy, but that due my good grades other career paths were totally doable for me.

Roughly fifteen year old me didn’t cared about her words at all. I had a goal. I knew what I wanted to be. So I kept on going, straight forward, with only one goal mattering: Getting into a prestigious university, getting a masters degree and then applying for a witches academy, and then becoming a full witch.

Luckily, or better said due my hard work, I got a scholarship for an ivy league college. No, it wasn’t a sports scholarship. I actually had a talent for public speaking and using words in written or oral form in general. But the scholarship only covered the most necessary things, for everything else, I had to work. Partly during the semester, mostly during the time when the university was closed.

It were a few tough years, with next to no free time, where I learned a lot about myself, about time management and about organizing things in general. When they handed me my masters degree, the first thing I did was filling out an application letter for the witches academy.

Mostly everyone I told about it laughed about what I was doing, about my biggest dream and my only real life goal: “They will never take a twenty three year old men with a working class background. Never.”

When I got invited to the academy, to take part in their entrance exams, some of those who had doubted me were already silenced: “We never thought that you make it that far. Good luck!”

It was after me being accepted to the entrance exam, something that already was a huge success, not that many made it that far, and something that would lead to me setting foot into a witches academy, that some people in my immediate surrounding began to bet on if I would become a student, if the physical exam, the psychological examination or the interview would be the point were I would fail.

Most people would have told their friends to fuck off, but I wasn’t most people. Them most likely mostly betting on me to fail, it was a huge motivation for me to try even harder. To shove it down their throats once I reached the goal that they thought that I never would reach. I could be that they knew that I would react that way, that they actually wanted to motivate me to give my best, to outgrow myself and my abilities.

I tried to prepare myself as good as anyhow possible for the upcoming exam. Just that there were no sources at all available what the exams where about. No witch has ever talked about the academy entrance exams to the general public, so all that were around were assumptions at best and rumors at worst.

The wildest theories were going around: From climbing a high snow covered mountains in your underwear only to achieving a high score on an old arcade game that featured a gorilla and a future plumper from the Bronx. After digging into it, after doing some serious research, I decided to ignore it all.

I would spent my preparation time, my first time off since a long time by going out into nature on some hiking trips and hanging out in my parents backyard, in a comfy hammock reading a few books or playing some more or less antique video games. I had a blast, and on the day before I would have to leave my home, the house I had grown up in, behind me, I was mentally and physically fitter than ever before.

On the following day my parents drove me to the airport. I had already said goodbye to my friends beforehand, and now it was time to say goodbye to my parents. Just in case the academy would take me as student, because that would mean me staying on campus for the following years. Until I would graduate, or drop out.

After saying goodbye for my parents, after hugging them for the last time for an unknown amount of time, it was time to check in. During my check in I ran into another possible future witch. When looking at her, maybe checking her out a little bit, I more or less instinctively knew that we had the same destination. It was in about the same for her.

We had a very brief introduction chat before checking in, then we realized that our seats on the plane were next to each other. So we kept on talking throughout the not to long flight. Our motivation to become a witch was in about the same, also we had went down pretty similar paths in our lives so far, so we had plenty to talk about, and surprisingly we weren’t competing against each other, trying to get rid of each other to raise ones chance to become a witches academy student.

Still, despite all the genuine friendliness the woman roughly my age, somewhere around twenty three, who was sitting next to me clearly realized that I was a boy. And that led to her thinking out loud at one point during our flight: “Since when do they take boys at the witches academy, isn’t magic only working with girls?”

I shrugged my shoulders. I was unable to answer her questions, because as far as I knew magic was only working with women, not with men. But still, they have invited me over to the witches academy to partake on the entrance exams. So maybe magic only working with women, it was nothing but a rumor.

Because no official statement had ever been published regarding such things from the witches society, it all stemmed from the fact that there was no male witch known to the broad public. And that doesn’t meant that they weren’t a thing at all.

After leaving the plane and getting our luggage a few permanently mounted signs quickly pointed us towards our next destination: And ancient looking yellow school bus parking in front of the airport. When arriving the female driver, she definitely was a witch too, was standing next to the front door. She greeted my fellow traveler and me with our full names, then she asked us to board the bus.

We weren’t the first ones to arrive, and we weren’t the last ones to arrive. The overall atmosphere in the bus was a relaxed one. People were chatting with each other, people got to know each other a little bit and some people that most likely had been traveling for far longer than I did were taking a nap. Noise canceling earphones gave them the silence that they needed.

Maybe half an hour after we had boarded the bus the driver gave a little speech: “We will leave in fifteen minutes. Last chance to use the bathroom, we will stop for no one, I repeat we will stop for no one.”

The bus was empty within a minute or two, and fifteen minutes later we took off. To my surprise no engine noises were hear able, for a moment I thought that the bus was running on witchcraft only, then I remembered that electric cars were a thing, and so where electric buses. They must have retrofitted it into the definitely more than half a century old bus.

Once we were on the road, the bus driver made another announcement: “Welcome on the bus to the witches academy. We will arrive at our destination in approximately two to three hours. It depends on the traffic, and if we will be able to take the scenic route. A pleasant trip to all of you.”

Luckily there was next to no traffic, so it didn’t took long and we had left the city the airport belonged to behind us and we were driving through mostly flat with farmland straight towards a mountain range that was already visible in front of us. People in the bus still were talking with each other, but it got more and more silent as people more and more began to look out of the window, enjoying the passing by landscape.

As we got closer to the mountains the landscape gradually began to change. Farmland changed into meadows, trees and bushes became more common as the road began to climb upwards as the flat land turned into hills. Hills that got taller, steeper and finally mostly covered in trees, with some scattered things of human civilization mixed into it.

Then we more or less arrived in the mountains, and the interstate we were driving on disappeared into the mountain. It was the longest tunnel I had been driving through in my whole life. While heading through the tunnel the bus fell almost silent. Everyone was wondering what was on the other side, would we already be at our destination, the witches academy located in a valley, in a basin surrounded by tall mountains who’s tops where covered in snow all year around?

The tension rose as we got closer and closer to the light at the end of the tunnel. Then we passed the border between darkness and light, and found ourselves inside a deep gorge that the interstate was bridging over to disappear into another a tunnel. We would never make it into that tunnel.

Our bus took a sharp turn to the left, and then entered a more than sketchy looking cliff side road without any guardrails that most likely had been blasted into the rock a long time ago. The bus slowed down, the sound of a wild river that was flowing somewhere below us, the gorge was to narrow to be able to look down onto it, began to fill the air.

It was then that I asked myself the following question: Why can’t they build those witches academies next to an interstate, to make them easier to reach for everyone? Back then I had no real answer to my question, but I assure you, there was more than one valid reason for them not building a witches academy into the middle of a population center.

We were still on the narrow cliff side road when I was done asking myself a question. Above us there was a stripe of blue, with some clouds mixed into it. It actually somehow looked like a river was flowing above us. Some people on board of the bus got a little bit nervous, talks of what would happen if we drove down into the gorge next to us erupted. Then the bus driver made another announcement: “Don’t worry, so far I have always made it through the scenic route.”

As we kept on going, as the bus drove deeper and deeper into the gorge the sound of the river got louder while the distance between the two stone walls that kept the river in it’s bed began to grow. The first few trees and bushes appeared on the previously totally vegetation free rock walls.

The gorge gradually turned into a tree covered valley as we kept on going, and the river became visible. It had risen up from the depth and now was now flowing only a few meters beneath the road. Everyone in the bus began to relax because even the road got wider and looked by far less dangerous.

Then we came by the first signs of civilization. Small witch huts that looked like they had been ripped out of an old fairy tale and placed next to the road. Smoke was coming out of some of their chimneys, while some cats were roaming around, and a few older witches could be seen doing whatever they were doing.

The bus meanwhile had slowed town, the road became a little bit busier. We passed by a bicycle or two, and we were taking over by two, maybe three ancient looking cars that definitely were running on electricity too. It felt like we were driving into a fairy tale, into a long forgotten place where time has been standing still for at least a century.

Then the valley finally opened up, and in the center of magically snow covered mountain bordered basin, the witches academy. Built on a most likely artificial hill, surrounded by other similar looking buildings that resembled a newly built district of a European city from roughly around 1900. Just a little bit chaotic looking, and less uniform in it’s architecture. It all actually shouldn’t fit into a remote mountain basin, but it somehow more than did.

We drove straight trough the lively looking town towards the main building of the academy on the hill. The building itself clearly was reaching to the sky, high Gothic looking towers combined with a more streamlined, simpler Baroque body. All together a more than impressive building that caught everyone’s attention after we had left the bus who left us and our luggage more or less standing there.

A few people were walking by us. They gave us the lets look at the newcomers treatment and then quickly went to off to do whatever they were planing to do. We, the newcomers, we kept on standing there, enjoying the breath taking view – the base of the academy main building was above the roof line of every other building in town – until all of a sudden the big main gate in front and maybe five steps above us flung open.

The doors made some squeaking noises while opening. Everyone’s attention quickly moved towards them, and once the were fully open a woman came out of the dark interior and headed into the sun. She looked ancient, but still her movement, not a sign of aging in them. There definitely was some witchery at work. She then introduced herself to us: “Welcome to the witches academy. I am the president of the academy and the major of the town. I am the one running this place here. And I am always glad to welcome some new faces. Some staff will show up soon and take good care of you. Good luck with your entrance exams.”

Once she was done speaking the definitely impressive and charismatic woman disappeared into the building again, and the doors closed behind her. Another door situated on the same level that we were standing on opened up and some younger staff members, maybe students in their last year, came out of it and after briefly introducing themselves told us to follow them.

We walked after them, everyone was carrying their own luggage, those who packed to much were cursing, those who packed lightly first smiled at those cursing, but then eventually began to help them out. Male me definitely came in handy.

After walking down the hill again we entered the town. In there people were looking at us the newcomers, and people, all of them were female, I hadn’t seen a male human being since I had entered the bus in front of the airport, and all of them looked at least my age, twenty three or older, especially looked at me. It most likely had been a while since the last had seen a man.

We then arrived at a building with the word dormitory written in front of it. In the building we walked up onto the first floor where all the female arrivals had to share one big room with bunk beds, while male me got his own room. They gave us barely enough time to put down our things, then it was time to head downstairs again, to meet up in the mess hall of the same building were one of the staff members that had brought us there held a little speech.

She introduced herself as the head of the student council, she welcomed every single one of us, and then she told us a few things about living in the town we were in. Plenty of them were basic things that were actually common sense, but some of them were a little bit unique, like not taking any pictures, or even worse taking pictures and sharing them with the outside world.

Video calls were forbidden either, drugs and alcohol were not allowed in town and on campus, which basically were the same, because there were no real borders between those two entities, and we were told to not leave the town until we would become students of the academy. Then they made us sign a non disclosure agreement, and the also made us sign the rules that we just had been told.

After everyone had signed everything, after the paperwork was done, food was served. It was a buffet with something on it for almost everyone and every diet. It was self serving, and to my surprise, it all went down in an orderly way. I sat next to the same people than I sat in the bus while eating, and talking about the food, the new town we were in and about the exam on the following day.

The crowd in the mess hall gradually began to get smaller and smaller. When I eventually took a look on my phone, I totally had forgotten that I had with me for some time, I realized that it had gotten late. Not three o’clock in the morning late, but late enough for me to say goodnight to my fellow applicants and to head upstairs into my room. Where I took a shower before I feel asleep. Travel days are just exhausting days.

In the morning after everyone gathered in the downstairs mess hall again to have breakfast together. After everyone was done eating, the president of the student council showed up once more. And she gave another very short speech: “Good morning everyone. You have made it downstairs, that means you all have passed the physical exam. You haven’t killed each other yesterday, or at last tried to sabotage each other to get rid of of a competitor, that means all of you have passed the psychological exam.”

An uproar went through the crowd. People were looking at each other with more than confused expressions on their faces. After the room had calmed down, the student council president continued her speech: “Have you really thought that you would have been invited here into the academy if it wouldn’t be already known through some prior investigations and examination that you would be mentally and physically capable of becoming a witch?”

Now there was silence. You could hear people thinking. Then everyone nodded towards each other, and towards the woman standing in front of us how after a she had our full attention again continued speaking: “Soon your names will be called out, and the person that calls out your name will bring you to the interview. If you pass that, you will be officially enrolled into the witches academy. Well, after you have filled out and submitted more paperwork.”

Then the waiting began. One person after the other was picked up, led out of the building down the street and into another stone building that could have built in the late 19^(th) century in a European city that housed one of the faculties of the witches academy. Inside the building, in the currently empty – summer break – seminar rooms a tribunals consisting out of experienced members of the teaching staff were questioning one applicant after the other.

The longer I had to wait in the mess hall of the dormitory the more nervous I got. Then finally my name was called out by a senior attractive student who was in her forth year at the academy. She guided me to the building described in the chapter above. We had a nice and relaxed get to know each other conversation on our way there. She was asking me a lot of questions. Personal ones too.

I answered them all, and asked a few things back wile the people we came across on the street were more or less staring at me. You could say some were even lusting for me. It had something, it fueled my ego, and it made me feel like I was the only male human being in the whole valley. I already was seeing myself having wild orgies with some more than attractive totally sex starved witches.

We then arrived at the building, went inside and headed upstairs into a seminar room. In the room three very seasoned witches, all of them members of the academy, were already waiting for me. After showing me my place the person that had brought me there left the room. But not without wishing me all the best.

After the tribunal members had introduced themselves the interview began. Or should I say my execution began. They were going against my throat from the first question on. They clearly wanted to put pressure onto me, to see what I really was made off, and to get me to tell them nothing but the truth. They wanted to see true me.

I told them the truth, I told them about my motivation to become a witch, I told them about how much I had sacrificed to become a witch and I also told them every naughty little secret that I had. I was on open book for them, and they kept on reading inside me for over an hour.

I was a little bit on the exhausted side when some pleased expressions appeared on their aged, weathered faces. It was the head of the council, most likely the oldest witch beneath them, that did the talking: “If you still want to become a member of the Academy, we would be more than glad to welcome you in our ranks.”

I nearly lost it. The witches academy would take. All the hard work, all the sacrifices, they were finally paying off. I wanted to jump around, to yell out loud, to maybe even sing a happy song. But I kept myself together, I kept my cool, and then I told them the following: “I’d love too.”

The three witches nodded. It was the oldest one speaking again: “But you know that male witches aren’t a thing. And that you’d have to fully give up your masculinity to become one of us?”

My head went up and down: “Yes, I know that I’d have to give up my masculinity to become a witch. And to be honest, doing so might even be a huge turn on for me.”

The tribunal was pleased with my answer. Then they told me to get up and move over to them. We then all shook hands, and they handed me some paperwork to fill out: “Take it with you, read through it all very carefully, and dump it at the administrative office in the following days. Welcome to the Deep Mountain Witches Academy.”

Then the door to the seminar room magically opened, and the same person that had guided me to the exam entered the room again. It was the oldest woman that addressed her: “She has passed the test, she will be your new roommate. You know what you have to do.”

Yes, male pronouns clearly were not a thing at the academy. Everything was female, except a few cats or a few farm animals, and some of the wild animals that were living in the forests surrounding the academy. But for humans, female only, at least as long as it was grammatically correct. A group still was referred to with they and them.

My future roommate then told me to follow her. On the way towards her current place, and my future one we went by the dormitory I had spent the night in to pick up my things she told me a little bit more about herself: She was from a working class family too, she was in her forth year at the academy and her job as my roommate was to look after me, to show me around at the academy and to help me getting rid of masculine me.

After picking up my things in the room I had spent my previous night in we walked onto the other side of town. Roughly ten minutes later, it really was a small town with uncharacteristically big very densely built representative stone buildings, we arrived at our destination at the end off a road, on the border between town and surrounding countryside. We then entered one of the buildings next to the border, and headed up on to the third floor off four floors all together. My roommate told me to get out of my shoes as soon as we had entered the room. Because her place was a no shoe place, and violating that rule would bring her evil side out.
I did as told. Before putting my luggage down, before even looking around I got out of my shoes. Once I was bare socks, I took my first look around in what soon should become my new home. The room was big, it had six big windows that by the looks of it were all somewhat South facing, what meant plenty of sun here on the Northern hemisphere.

Unfortunately it also was only one room. One half of the room was lived in, the other half was mostly empty. The empty one would be my new home. It had been some time since I had shared a room with someone else, and I clearly wasn’t in the mood to do so again. My roommate most likely sensed what I was thinking: “Academy rules. Students have to share a room. But believe me, neither you, nor me will spent too much time in here.”

I then went to unpack my things. Luckily the room had a bathroom – stocked with a washing machine and a dryer – a toilet in an own tiny room, a closet to store things like cleaning utensils and a tiny kitchen with a big window. So it could be worse. I most likely would get used to it, and it just was a tiny little sacrifice compared to many others I had already made to one day become a full blown witch.

It was while I was unpacking the few things that I had brought with me that I discovered two things: My dresser was already almost full with all sorts of academy branded clothes, from my school uniform to some sportswear down to socks that fit every outfit and occasion. Naturally all of them were female clothes, but definitely tailored to my current figured as I later should find out.

And the second thing, that the room offered a gorgeous view over the fields, the parks, the pastures, the ponds that were surrounding the village. Scattered throughout the landscape there were some at least a century old looking farm buildings, some comfy witch huts and other small very decorative looking buildings that for sure all had a function and a purpose.

But the countryside, it went out for maybe a kilometer or two, it wasn’t all that I was able to see. Beyond the countryside there was a forest consisting out of some very tall, and very old looking pinewood trees that grew on the constantly more steep terrain until it eventually got to steep, and nothing but bare rock was left.

And then, the bare rock eventually got covered in ever lasting snow and ice. I most likely stood there for half an hour watching people doing their every day chores in the fields, enjoying the scenery, feeling the warm sun on my skin and thinking about not much at all.

Until the scent of some freshly cooked food began to hand in the air. My roommate had cooked lunch for the two of us. She was a good cook, but before I touched her cooking, I asked her if it was for free, or if she was planning on charge me for it. Her answer: “Don’t worry, basic things like food, academy branded clothing, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, they are all free for academy students. Mess halls are always free too for students, all other food places are free too, but only for a few times a month. Haven’t they told you about that yesterday?”

I shook my head. My new roommate: “The current student president, there have been better ones. And I have never said anything.”

I nodded, then I dug in. I was actually more than hungry. My appetite, me liking her cooking, it put a huge smile on my roommates face. Once we were done eating I took care of the dishes, it was first time, so it took a little bit longer.

After I was done doing chores my roommate began to call the shots for the time being. I had no problem at all with it being that way, and my answer was a genuine honest one when she asked me the following question: “How about putting your new academy clothes onto your body, and getting rid of your old male attire?”

She had huge smile on her face, and putting on feminine clothes, it had something. I even was a turn on for me, and so giving up a part of my masculinity wasn’t actual a big sacrifice for me, so my answer was: “Yes, it is time to put my new clothes on, to dress like a real witches academy student.”

The already big smile on my roommate’s gorgeous face grew even bigger: “Then what are you waiting for, get out of your old clothes.”

My roommates bold and direct approach confused me a little bit: “Right now, here in front of you?”

Now my roommate nodded: “Yes, right now, here in front of me. And no need to be ashamed, we will see each other naked a lot in the future.”

I nodded, but while doing so my head turned tomato red. I blushed a lot while getting out of my shirt, my pants, my socks and then my underwear. My embarrassment grew even bigger when I realized that I had gotten rock hard while undressing myself with my roommate watching.

My roomy took it all a little bit more relaxed. When my hard one popped out of my underwear another smile appeared on my face: “It has been a while since I have seen one of those. But unfortunately boners are not allowed here in the academy, so we have to do something against it. We will have to lock your dick away. It is better and saver for everyone that way.”

I wholeheartedly agreed to what the roughly twenty seven year old with in the making told me. Having a hard one just wasn’t appropriate for a gorgeous witch. So I asked her what the next steps would be. She gave me a quick explanation: “First we’ll make your body nice and smooth, then we take care of your boner problem.”

My head went up and down once more. I was actually a little bit afraid of the making my body smooth procedure. Was my roommate planning on shaving, maybe even waxing me from tip to toe? Not even a second after I was done having the thought above, my roommate looked at me and said the following words: “Time to give you a nice and smooth body!”

Then she spoke a few for me back then totally not understandable words. They sounded ancient, evil, but also somehow epic and not from Earth. And a few seconds later my whole body was smooth. All hair except my eyebrows and the one growing on my head was gone. I was perplexed. I checked out my body with a smile on my face, while asking myself one simple question: “How?”

After smiling at me for some time my roommate gave me an explanation: “Magic. I will have to renew the spell roughly once a week until you will be able to cast your own spells.”

From that day on my body stayed smooth, no body hair anymore, and no beard either. This first step was a huge step on the road to get rid off masculine me, but we weren’t done yet. We weren’t even done for the day.

After inspecting my new smooth hairless body to make sure that the spell hadn’t missed a single hair my roommate told me that it was time for another problem of mine: My hard one had to disappear, and she had a spell to cast a perfectly fitting totally fail safe chastity cage around my dick.

But my dick had to be soft for her to do so, and unfortunately there was no known spell that was capable to make a dick soft. So I had to take matters in my own hand. My roommate told me to jerk off, to relieve myself, to cum like a men for the last time in my life, to have one last cum shot. With her watching, so that everything went down in an orderly way.

I then began to jerk off while standing in the middle of my new room, no curtains in front of the huge windows, the blinds open – no one on campus was younger than twenty three – my new a few years older roommate standing next to me, watching every move of mine, eventually biting, licking her lips while doing so.

It shouldn’t take long until my hand going up and down on my hard one began to feel good. Every slow and gentle thrusts I gave myself felt better than the previous one. Yes, I took it slow, I really wanted to enjoy my last time masturbating and coming like a man. I wanted to get as much millage out of it as anyhow possible.

So it took some time until my moaning was filling the room, it took even longer until my eyes began to run in circles while my hand kept on going up and down on my hard one while barely touching it. It was then that my free hand ended up on my totally bald hairless and very smooth balls.

My balls felt great in my hand, and I gave myself one gentle squeeze after the other while my other hand kept on going up and down on my rock hard dick. I fell deeper and deeper with every stroke, with every squeeze I gave myself. Unfortunately that also meant that I came closer and closer to an orgasm.

I tried to mentally distract myself, to go even slower, even more gentle, to prolong my pleasure, to make it last forever, to keep me on the edge until the end of days. Because it is an awesome space to be in, and because it was my last time, my last time playing with my rock hard dick.

My female roommate still was standing next to me, watching my hands playing with myself, while secretly wishing that it were her hands playing with my hard one and my balls, but that was something that was out of the question. But her definitely horny mind came up with something else. She put her open hand in front of my glans: “Shoot your load onto my hand please. Let it all out.”

It were my roommates words, her hand ready to catch my load in front of my dick that pushed me over the edge. That made my more than full balls empty themselves, that made me let out few last very loud intense moans, while I came, while I gave my balls a few last very hard squeezes while I gave my rock hard dick a few last very hard strokes.

My body trembled. It came more than good. I nutted out a huge load, my roommate caught every last drop of it. Once I was done coming, I struggled to keep on standing upright, she licked her hand clean, she licked all of my cum off her hand. Once she was done, she more or less thought out loud: “Sometimes I really miss the taste of cum.”

I was already myself enough again to shrug my shoulders, then some time latter I really returned into my body while my dick meanwhile was on the softer side, but still not fully soft.

Once I as fully limp, my roommate cast another spell. A chastity cage appeared on my dick out of thing air. No lock at all, the only way to release me was if the spell would be undone. But due the fact that it was a magic chastity cage, it was a perfect fit, it was no problem to clean my dick while wearing it and it also had no real weight to it. So for the time being, I didn’t even noticed that my dick was locked away.

Then it was time to cover my body in some clothes. At first I put on a new totally unworn and fresh pair of female panties. It felt a little bit strange to do so, but it also was a turn on for me. Luckily my dick was already locked away, because it it wouldn’t have been that way, my roomy and me would have another boner problem on our hands.

After the panties were on I put some academy provided socks onto my smooth feet, then I put on one of the shirts and then a skirt. My roommate had put them out of my dresser for me. In the end my shirt got covered in a nice comfy soft and everything but thick summer blazer.

All together it were the best sitting, the best fitting clothes I ever had put onto my body. They must have some great tailor here at the academy. I then looked at myself in the mirror for some time. And while doing so my roommate quickly did my hair. Only combing it the right way already made me look much more feminine.

Then it was time to head out into town. My roommate showed me everything, from the bakery to the department store, from the hidden rooftop cafe to the secret night club down in the basement of one of the oldest buildings in town. Then we had dinner together in restaurant that over locked the land surrounded the town. It was great evening, and it somehow felt like a date night.

Then back in my new home I took a long and refreshing shower. My roomy was already asleep when I came out of the bedroom. I decided to wear a pair of panties and a very wide shirt as nightwear. To my surprise, my dresser had a shirt exactly in the size I had wanted it to be in it.

Already in bed, before falling asleep, I once more thought about my previous day, with a huge smile on my face, because a dream of mine had mostly become true, I, a man, had become an official student at the witches academy.

Maybe the first ever boy doing so, but that chastity cage spell, it told me that there most likely have been others like me before me. After coming to that conclusion, I more or less instantly fell asleep.