Eudora 4
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Eudora is a young woman ready to take her studies to a magical academy, but when she takes her test, she finds things are much different than she expects.
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“That sounds exactly like what some pervert thinks every woman is like,” Eudora squeaks.
“Perhaps,” says Gizelle, “But witchcraft has long been misunderstood, and it’s unfortunately been used to justify misogyny. Your gift is also a responsibility you must learn to control. Remember, it isn’t your responsibility to make people think differently, but to provide an example of yourself..”
“Measuring’s done!” the Tailor says, wrapping his tape up. “I’ll be back in a second.”
Eudora steps off the platform and squats for her clothing, but Gizelle places a foot upon the discarded shirt.
The tailor comes back nearly immediately, producing in his hand a bracelet. “Here, Eudora. A uniform must be worn on school grounds, marking you as a Witchess Academy student. ”
“Go ahead,” says Gizelle,” try it on and place your hand upon the jewel.”
Eudora gulps and rubs the bracelet. She then slides it over her left hand and looks at the large red jewel. It’s probably worth more than anything she’s ever owned. But is it truly hers?
Eudora takes a deep breath and holds her hand to the jewel. Immediately, the magical energy covers her in a sparkling vibrance that shatters her glasses and annihilates her panties and bra!
When the magical energy finally subsides, Eudora finds herself wearing her uniform, which, from the breeze, she feels over her skin, is not much at all. She whirls around to face away from the windows, only to find herself face-to-face with three full-body mirrors. Her long hair still goes down to her shoulders, but the once messy split ends and dryness of it have made way to more lively waves. Her glasses sport slightly thicker rims and a shine that draws peoples’ attention to her eyes.
But those are certainly not the most extreme parts of her wardrobe transformation.
Her outfit, if it can even be called that, is a series of straps down her arms and legs, ending at rings at her middle fingers and toes. The laces crisscross just above and below her navel and above and below her breasts, letting the things appear more prominent. Her pale complexion cannot be hidden anymore, nor can the slight rosiness of her womanhood, tingling with unknown excitement. And the high heels of the open-toed shoes help support her and give her uncovered butt the same sort of oomph that her bust now has.
She gulps, covering herself up, one hand over her chest and one hand over her snatch, bending slightly and staring with wide-mouthed wonder.
“Don’t you look striking in your uniform?” Gizelle says. “You are a lusty gal—so much free access to anyone whose lust you’ll channel. They’re already out there like hungry dogs waiting for a lick.”
Eudora looks over her head, her eyes widening as the people glance at her, nearly bumping into one another as they turn their attention from their day-to-day to the shy gal, no, the striking woman standing on the podium.
“Doesn’t it make you feel powerful, being able to show yourself off like that?” the proctor asks, her breath upon Eudora’s ear. “Don’t you just want to reach out there and snatch for yourself more of that power?”
“I could make a few more adjustments,” the old tailor says. “Perhaps you’d like a hat or some other accessories? Maybe something to cover up and remove when drawing the mana?”
“That won’t be necessary for now,” Gizelle says, stepping in front of Eudora. “The hat, maybe. Something nice to accent her, but the coverings, no. To control your particular mana flow, you’ll need to learn to do so as quickly as you can. You’ll need to live with the uniform you’re given until you can prove you’ve learned a good amount of the material.”
Eudora’s pale face goes red, her shoulders hunched, her legs together. “You’re not going to make me go out there, are you?” She asks.
“Don’t be so disappointed, Eudora, dear,” Gizelle says. She pulls a watch from her robe. “You’ll only spend as little time as you need to get from here to where you’ll be staying. You need to get settled into your dorm if you’re going to start studying here. Luckily, we have room in our Lust magic building. You’ll fit right in!”
The air is colder than Eudora could have imagined as she walks through the sidewalk of the campus town. Already, her nipples stiffen, and with each tiny step, she gets further and further from Gizelle.
“I’m not going to slow down for you, Eudora,” the teacher exclaims, which prompts the student to make longer, more obvious strides.
The eyes… ye gods, there are so many eyes upon her. The energy—it was flowing right into her from all the onlookers. Even though they don’t appear to be ogling her, she can feel every moment of every exposed piece of her body.
“Tell me how you feel, Eudora,” Gizelle says, keeping her face straight as she walks with purpose in the evening sun.
“It’s like static build-up,” Eudora admits. “I’m charged with it, and if I could just reach out and touch someone, I’d destroy them with my might.”
Gizelle giggles, “We don’t just zap people at Witchess; we harness the power for many more wonderful things.”
She stops in front of a stone threshold etched with ancient runes that burn with the magic of the centuries. “Step through here, and you shall be taken to your dormitory. You could walk there, certainly, but the campus is extradimensionally large. Remember, don’t be so nervous. I don’t like it when my students are tense.”
Gizelle takes the opportunity to stroke the student’s cheek.
Eudora shudders, closing her eyes at the electric spark that comes from the teacher and to her.
“I just thought it would be fun to let you know this ahead of time, Eudora,” she coos. “But I’m applying to oversee your final project. If you aren’t the one making me beg for you by the time you take your final project, I would consider your time here a failure.” She pulls her fingers away, letting them linger on Eudora’s lips. Then, she pushes the girl, sending her falling back into the portal.
The swirling energies make her spin and tumble through the ether until finally, Eudora lands on her back, staring up at a ceiling. The air is a gentle and comfortable chill, and the smell is an eclectic mix of floral scents and much muskier. She pushes herself up, letting the soft carpet squish between her fingers and warms her back slightly, and she glances around.
For all intents and purposes, she is in a rather ordinary-looking apartment.
“Looks like there’s fresh meat here,” says one voice, a looming figure says with a booming voice. However, this person apparently carries all the meat from the looming long shadow cast down over Eudora’s face.