Jamie found it hard to concentrate as she followed Professor Cadabrio through the halls of the school. While the school itself looked like a very well-to-do institute of higher learning, the people were something altogether different. Impossible creatures, impossible actions, and impossible situations assailed Jamie as they made their way through the halls.
There was a man with the head of a wolf apparently flirting with a girl with large white wings growing out of her back. A skinny young man was kneeling silently at the feet of a gaggle of apparently popular girls, and dared not look any of them in the eye. A girl with breasts the size of volleyballs gossiped with another girl, and emphasized her story by causing little transluscent illusions to appear in mid-air with a flick of her wrist.
They also walked past at least three couples (and one triple) making love. One was a "normal" man and a "normal" girl, who were fucking each other violently against the lockers, making lots of noise and spewing venomous insults at each other as they did so. Another couple was a girl with pointy cat ears and a swishing tail coming out of the back of her skirt. She was on her knees in front of another girl, only this girl had the largest cock Jamie had ever seen. Another couple was of a handsome young man making slow love to another young man, both apparently under the impression that they were alone. Finally there was the girl with shining purple hair and eyes, who was on her hands and knees sucking one young man's dick and getting pounded into from behind at the same time, all while fingering herself frantically.
All of this would have been distracting enough for Jamie, but there were other factors leading to her inability to concentrate on what her Mast- on what Professor Cadabrio was saying. Sometimes she felt completely out of place in all of this. She was supposed to be a man, dammit! Not some sexed up tart mincing around in a skimpy little bondage outfit!
Other times she could not imagine ever looking away from her master, and focused on the Professor's every word, every syllable, and every motion.
In between those times, she focused on the incredibly sexual (and apparently magical) world she was thrust into. Every time she was distracted by one of the many acts of sex going on in the school, she began to get flustered. Her arousal would begin to rise, and the dirtiest thoughts would start to fill her mind. As soon as that happened, she would feel a strange kind of tingling warmth all throughout her body, and suddenly she would be in even greater bondage than before.
That's when Professor Cadabrio would stop, sigh, and order her to focus on clearing her mind of sexual thoughts. Mental discipline was the key, he claimed. If she didn't think so much about sex, about being a submissive little slut who was made to be used, then her own innate magic would not transform her in such a way.
How was she supposed to do that when she was walking around in such an outfit? How was she supposed to feel like anything other than a kinky sex toy to be used and degraded when she was walking around in skin-tight leather with her arms bound behind her back, a collar around her neck, and various other devices spontaneously popping into existence whenever she let her mind stray?
By the time they had arrived at the dorm rooms, Jamie had a red ball gag in her mouth, a deliciously painful clamp on her left nipple, and an extremely tight leather corset cinched around her waist. Jamie didn't know whether she should enjoy it through her Jane side, be horrified through her Jim side, or just remain confused and very horny with her Jamie side.
"Here we are!" the Professor finally said. He put a gentle hand behind Jamie's back and ushered her towards a door. "Your new home." He smiled at her, and Jamie felt a flush of heat go through her. She so badly wanted to sink to her knees in front of her master, but another part of her was horrified at the thought. All she could do was look up at the Professor and nod wordlessly, her mouth filled by the large red ball strapped onto her face.
This was all so surreal, all she could do was go with it.
Professor Cadabrio knocked sharply on the door. It swung open, and Jamie did her best to swallow nervously around the gag.
"Ah! You're home," the Professor said. "Jamie, I would like you to meet..."
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