[Witch TG] Noah’s Spark - Part 1

Commissioned by Waaaghan

By TheSpiralledEye

Noah is a normal man who has his entire life turned upside down when he suddenly develops magic powers. Sequestered away at a private university for the arcane he is forced to dorm with the arrogant bully, Anton Altenbach who is disgusted to have a ‘mundane’ sharing his space. When Anton turns Noah into a woman to get his transferred to the female dorms, things don’t go as planned as now both former rivals must work together and maybe, just maybe, fall in love along the way.

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Chapter 1 - Noah

Noah’s legs burned with exertion as he rounded the corner and stopped, jogging on the spot as he looked both ways before continuing across the street. He’d been out for almost an hour and a half now, jogging the whole way without a stop. His lungs were burning and his legs were more than ready for a sit down at his usual cafe but that didn’t wipe the smile from his face. Today was his twenty-first birthday; after he finished his customary morning jog and smoothie he was heading home to open his college acceptance emails. He’d taken a few years after high school to work and build up enough credits at a community college to make sure he could get the ivy league of his voice and today was the day!

He’d applied for several athletic scholarships; with his track record (literally) he was bound to be accepted to at least two or three. There was none of the anxiety that was plaguing his friends; he may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was far from the dumbest and with his athletic prowess he was guaranteed a place. 

Confidence brimming, he stepped out onto the next street, he could smell fruit in the air wafting out of the cafe door and he could already taste the smoothie. A high pitched squeal and the smell of burning rubber suddenly filled the air and he turned just in time to see a truck careening to a stop right in front of him; not fast enough though. He’d forgotten to look both ways.

‘I am not dying like this, not in my prime.’ Noah thought in a panic.

His body’s fight or flight instinct kicked in; his legs bent and suddenly he was jumping. It should have been useless of course, no matter how athletic he was he shouldn’t have been able to jump over a truck but to his surprise not only did he manage to leap eight feet in the air, he stayed there! 

Noah felt his jaw drop; he was floating in the air like a balloon, gently drifting upside down toward the sidewalk much to the amazement of everybody watching. He flailed, trying to figure out how to get down only to eventually clap his hands together and tumble down onto the hard ground. Fortunately, he’d already floated most of the way down. 

“That was amazing!”

“I’d never believe it if I hadn't seen it myself!”

“Was that some sort of trick mister? Are you wearing a wire?”

Noah got to his feet and tried to quell the small crowd that had gathered around him and tried to explain; but of course he couldn’t. 

“I don’t know I…it was almost like-”

“Magic.”

The word cut through the crowd and Noah looked up to see a man step out from behind a  lamppost. He hadn't been standing behind it, he was still standing half behind it in such a way that his right side should have been visible but instead it was like there was an invisible wall blocking his sight. The man stepped out fully and checked a small device in his palm with a nod. 

“I think you’d better come with me, son.” He nodded, while yet more people appeared from behind the lamppost to the amazement of the crowd. 

The crowd was gathered up to take a photograph of the ‘momentous occasion’ while Noah was led away by the first mysterious stranger.

“Don’t worry, they won't remember anything about your little stunt in a few minutes.” He smiled but that only made Noah more confused. 

“What do you mean? How did I do that?”

The man’s eyes twinkled.

“You used magic. You’ve got the spark, kid.”

“M-Magic?! But that’s not real!”

“Oh it is, the world is a lot bigger than you realise Noah.”

Noah stopped in place and narrowed his eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“We’ve been watching and waiting for something like this to happen for a long time; come with me and I will show you everything you’ve been blind to.”

~

“...and so you see, it is imperative that we magic users keep to ourselves. We are so rare compared to the regular human population that we would undoubtedly be pushed into military positions to use our powers for destructive means, or as lab experiments.” The man, whose name Noah learned was Dammon, finished. 

Noah’s head was swimming; so much information in so little time. The existence not only of magic but an entire magical world hidden within the mundane one was a lot to swallow. Apparently, most magic is passed down by blood but random humans gaining the ability isn't unheard of, like him. 

“Of course, in your case, it’s important that we start your education right away.” Dammon said seriously, “Most magic users have been taught by their families most of their lives but your magic is raw and untamed, resulting in displays like that one down by the cafe. We can't have you releasing random spells willy nilly in front of mundanes!”

“School?” Noah replied, his eyes falling on his laptop where those acceptance emails still sat unread.

“Yes, university. Caspar Academy is an elite university for all magic users, teaching a variety of both magical and mundane topics. A degree there will magically morph into a degree from any mundane school of your choosing upon graduation so if you wish to continue mundane life you can. Of course, you will be mandated to take magic classes and display a certain degree of control before you will be allowed off campus and back in the ‘real world’.” 

“What! No! I am not locking myself up in a school full of freaks…I was supposed to be running track, I am going to compete professionally in a few years, the olympics are only two years away-”

“I am afraid no magical being can enter such publicised events.” Dammon said with a wince of sympathy. “It is simply too much of a risk, especially with somebody as fresh as you, you could expose the magical world. Modifying the memories of a handful of pedestrians is one thing but a stadium full of people? Plus those watching at home? Impossible.”

This couldn’t be happening; when he’d woken up a few hours ago everything had been normal, one jog later and his entire life was being turned upside down. 

“But what will I tell my family?”

“Don’t worry, the mind alteration will help with that, you’ve been accepted into a prestigious university with a full scholarship. I am sure they will be thrilled.”

“Yeah…” Noah slumped back in his chair. “I suppose somebody has to be.”

Dammon rolled his eyes and to Noah’s shock, gave him a smack round the head.

“Ow!”

“Stop your whinging, you just discovered you have untold magical powers, most people would be excited! Why, I have had people fall to their knees and thank me!”

“I can’t even control it.”

“That’s what school is for.” Dammon shrugged, “Now, let’s go get you packed, your little magical awakening couldn’t have come at a better time, the term starts in three days.”

~

Time felt fluid; those three days seemed to drag and yet pass in a blur simultaneously. There was so much to learn, so many papers to sign and then all at once he was standing in front of Casper Academy with a duffle bag, suitcase and no idea what he was doing. To any passing mundane, it was just a series of drab office buildings. Apparently it was enchanted to look so boring nobody would ever feel compelled to check it out. Noah took a deep breath and walked up to the iron gates, pushing them open and stepped over the threshold. 

The transformation was instantaneous. As soon as he crossed the threshold the grey walls disappeared, replaced by sprawling green lawns and towering gothic buildings that seemed to hum with latent energy. Noah's eyes widened as he took in the sight.

Casper Academy resembled an Ivy League university, with ivy-covered brick buildings and winding pathways shaded by ancient looking trees. At first he was a little disappointed, it just looked like a regular university, albeit a fancy one. But then he started to notice the subtle differences; the occasional person levitating their luggage toward dorms, one student stormed past muttering under their breath as they tried to hide a third eye under their fringe.

A fountain stood in the centre of the courtyard, its water shimmering with an ethereal light. Noah approached it, mesmerised by the way the droplets seemed to hang in the air a fraction of a second longer than normal, glinting like tiny stars before returning to the pool below. He reached out to touch the water, feeling a gentle warmth that spread through his fingers and up his arm. When he pulled his hand back it was totally dry. 

He made his way to the dorms, following the hall until he found his assigned room. After the odd wonder of the campus, seeing a normal two bed dorm room seemed almost like a let down; it was more spacious than most though. 

“I think you have the wrong room.”

Noah spun around to see a young man with icy blonde hair and green eyes that were somehow even colder. 

“Uh, no, Noah Parkinson, room 304.” Noah said nervously, holding out his paper as proof. 

The man screwed up his nose and snatched the paper away, reading it before throwing it back in Noah’s face in a huff. 

“Pathetic, this place is going to hell.” He groaned. “Me, rooming with some mundane who only just got powers? It's insulting.”

“What’s insulting is how you're talking.” Noah bit back, “How do you even know who I am.”

The blonde man looked thunderstruck and Noah got the distinct impression he was not used to being talked back to. 

“The stink of mundanity is all over you, plus the way you walked up the hall and gawked at the girl flying up to the second floor was a dead giveaway. He puffed up his chest a little before continuing. “I am Anton Altenbach.”

There was a pause as if Noah was supposed to recognise the name and start grovelling, instead he just raised an eyebrow which seemed to infuriate Anton even more.

“As in son to Lady Delila Altenbach, the oldest, richest and most powerful mages in the country, if not the world?”

“Wow. Impressive.” Noah whistled without any enthusiasm. “Nice lineage, still an asshole.”

“You cannot speak to me like that!”

“Just did.”

Electricity crackled between Anton’s fingers and for the first time Noah realised he probably shouldn’t have been poking a proverbial bear, especially when said bear was probably capable of some pretty impressive magic. Fortunately, Anton seemed to calm and snuffed the magic out with a short huff.

“I’d teach you a lesson but there is no need, I can already tell you’re going to be a disappointment. You’ll be flunking out within the week.” He said before looking Noah up and down with a smirk. “Speaking of, orientation is in less than twenty minutes, you’d better get your uniform on.”

Noah blinked.

“Wait…uniform?”

~

It turned out the magical world did things old school, and that meant despite everybody being young adults, they were expected to wear uniformed robes to every class. For what reason, he had no idea but at least in his own time he could dress how he wanted. Even if it made him feel like he was in high school again. Right down to the campus bully.

Noah was quickly regretting making Anton his enemy. The bastard seemed to spend half of his time boasting about himself and the other half thinking up ways to make Noah and anybody else with a speck of mundane blood miserable. Itching powder that turned his skin blue mixed in with his laundry, a box enchanted to scream at random intervals hidden in his desk and water balloons that floated across campus to pelt him were just a few of the ‘pranks’ the man had come up with so far. 

What made it all the worse was that the university itself didn't seem to care. Not only did anybody with connections to the older, prestigious families get a pass for most indiscretions but the university seemed to have an odd policy when it came to hazing. So long as no serious physical harm was done, they let things slide. 

“It’s important for young people to get all this silliness out early, University is a safe place for them to do so.” The headmistress had explained to him when he’d gone to complain. “A few weeks as a donkey or with green hair should teach young mages some resilience.” 

Noah had grit his teeth and accepted it; what else could he do? He wasn't even allowed off campus until he could prove his magic was under control. The lessons were interesting, with the exception of magical history; it was forced on every late bloomer so that they would have a full understanding of how and why the hidden magical world functioned the way it did. Unfortunately, this was university, which meant Noah had essentially been dumped into an advanced, specialised history class without any of the ground work the rest of the students had. 

He’d had to put up with Anton and his cronies snickering every time he was forced to admit he had no idea what the great magical event of 1842 was, or why mages were forbidden from travelling to Bermuda; facts apparently any twelve year old mage could tell you. It was yet another thing for Anton to make him feel miserable about. 

There were good sides though, he had a real knack for evocation magic and had even managed to join the lacrosse team. He’d be enjoying himself if his roommate wasn’t such an unapologetic prick. 

Noah unlocked the door and lugged his lacrosse stick inside with a sigh; it had been a long day and all he wanted was to shower and fall into bed but of course, Anton had other plans. 

“Ugh, you stink.” He groaned, “It's bad enough normally but now you’re adding mud to the mix.”

“I just came from practice.”

“Obviously, you would enjoy running around in the dirt, low to the ground where you belong-hey! What are you doing!?”

Noah dumped his gear onto Anton’s bed with a look of defiance. He’d had enough of his shit.

“My sheets! Do you have any idea what those cost?!”

“No, but I am sure you’ll tell me.” Noah rolled his eyes and stripped off his uniform ready to shower.

Anton threw up his arms in frustration, as if he was the one suffering. 

“That is it. I cannot deal with this anymore, you need to move to another dorm.”

“There are none available. Trust me, I looked into it.” Noah deadpanned, chucking his sweaty shirt onto Anton’s bed to add to the pile and his roommate’s disgust. 

“Well then, I will just have to be more creative. Won’t I?” 

Before Noah could ask him what on Earth he was talking about the mage had reached out a hand and a bolt of purple lightning shot from his fingers; right into Noah’s chest. For a second he was incredulous; was Anton seriously trying to kill him? But then his heart kept beating despite the vague tingling in his chest and he calmed.

“What was that?”

“The solution to our problems.” Anton said with a wicked grin. “Just wait.”

A second later Noah felt that tingling beneath his skin grew stronger, it almost felt like something was bubbling beneath the surface of his skin. He opened his mouth to ask Anton what he had done but instead a low groan escaped as he felt a pressure forming in his ass cheeks. It felt like the muscles were being pushed outward, like two hands had grabbed great handfuls of the flesh there and were pulling. 

The sensation had him doubling over, coming face to face with the mirror that hung on their far wall. Noah could see his ass expanding out each side of his bent double shape and he quickly turned to see it swelling in real time. 

There was a quick, sharp pain as he felt his hips click and the bones there widened to accommodate the new weight of his butt and his thighs did the same. His whole lower body seemed to be taking on a curvy, almost feminine shape. The horror must have shown on his face because Anton threw back his head and laughed.

“I am sure they will have to make an exception and move you to the women’s dorm now.” He chuckled. 

“W-women’s dorm!?”

His voice was all wrong, high pitched with the faintest hint of an accent he couldn’t place. Noah formed himself upright and held out his buzzing hands just in time to see his fingers changing shape and colour. His pale skin was tinting darker, taking on a dark olive hue that was rapidly spreading across his whole body. He followed the spread with his eyes, watching it move up his arms and across his chest. His pink nipples turned dark brown and then began to grow. 

He watched, his breath quickening as two round mounds formed on his chest. He knew what Anton had said, so he couldn’t deny what was coming and yet nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of growing breasts. He could feel the skin there growing more sensitive and heavy as the tits grew in. Round and bouncy at first just like his new peachy ass but then they continued to swell. Taking on a heavier, almost mature teardrop shape against his chest; double Ds at the very least, if not Es. 

Noah felt torn as he felt his face changing; one part wanted nothing more than to turn back to the mirror but the other wanted to shut his eyes and never open them again. His lips were plumping, his cheekbones sharpening and if the itching sensation on his skull was any indication, his hair was growing too. 

Worst of all was the feeling between his legs. The whole area was turning warm and soft; he could feel his cock melting back into his skin and forming something new; something wet and so sensitive that even pressing against the fabric of his boxers made him shiver. He did his best to ignore it and focus on the tingling in his face but that just presented a whole new problem. 

His imagination was running wild; would Anton turn him into an ugly buck toothed freak with mismatched features out of spite? His curiosity won out and he finally looked back at his reflection just as the finer details of his change were selling in. The woman in the glass was a stranger; a topless Polynesian woman with dark hair and warm brown eyes. Normally, Noah would have been stunned by her beauty but right now he was just stunned that she was him!

“There, you're easier on the eyes now too.”

Noah turned his head slowly toward Anton, feeling his fury build with every second that passed until he was filled with incandescent rage.

“You…bastard!!” 

His magic flared, Anton went flying into the wall as he was hit with a wave of invisible force and Noah stalked toward him, wanting nothing more than to punch that asshole in the face for what he’d done. For a split second, Anton actually looked scared when suddenly the door flew open and campus security barged in. Clearly, they had seen their fair share of shit because nobody even batted an eye seeing an enraged topless woman standing over a man looking like she was about to end him. 

“Alright you two. Headmistress’ office.”

~

“What do you mean you’re not going to punish him!?”

Noah could feel the blood in his head pumping, he was that angry. 

“How do this,” he waved a hand over his new body, “not constitute harm!?”

“You are not hurt, that is why.” The headmistress said simply. “Unless you are trying to imply being a woman is inherently painful?”

“Well, no but-”

“Then you have not been harmed.”

Noah glared over at Anton who was smiling smugly in the chair next to him, looking like the cat who got the cream. He took a moment to consider punching him in his extremely punchable face when the headmistress continued. 

“And of course, you will be staying roommates.”

“WHAT!?”

This time they both looked equally horrified. 

“B-but we have strictly gendered dorms here!” Anton cried. “You have to move him, uh, her!”

“No, I do not, frankly Mr. Altenbach, we have been keeping track of your pranks and find the number…disturbing.”

“Well maybe if you did something about it.” Noah hissed under his breath but was silenced with a flick of the headmistress’s fingers. 

“We contacted your mother and she proposed a different solution, while your pranks have done no harm, we do think you need to, what is it people say these days, come down a peg?”

“What do you mean?” Anton asked, going suddenly pale.

“She means,” Came a voice from behind them. “That it is time my son got a little perspective.” 

The voice came from a woman, older, but with fine features and those same sharp eyes. Noah, still silenced by the spell, watched with a no small amount of joy as Anton’s face managed to get even paler. 

“He likes to throw around our family name but he is hardly the most noble or gentlemanly mage around.” The woman sneered, “Spurring his finishing lessons and acting more like a mundane frat boy.”

“Nobody needs to know the difference between a salad fork and a fish fork these days, mother…” Anton muttered under his breath and his mother huffed.

“Two birds with one stone.” She declared with a snap of her fingers and for a moment Anton looked confused, then his expression morphed into one of horror. 

Noah followed Aston’s gaze as it darted to his chest, a chest that was slowly growing in much the same way Noah’s had. He laughed, watching as Anton screeched in shock watching his body morph and change the same way. Aston stumbled to his feet, doubling over with the weight of his new breasts in conjunction with his ass slowly swelling. 

His cropped blonde hair began to grow rapidly, taking on a gentle wave as it grew, first brushing his shoulders, then his waist. A few strands even formed into little ringlets around his face. His rapidly feminised face. His lips turned shiny and pink as they filled out and those green eyes became framed with long lashes. 

Anton’s hands went between his legs as he groaned and Noah couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was wrong, but he couldn't help it, he was enjoying watching his bully suffer the same way he had! The change was quicker than his, and a little more even rather than happening one body part at a time, but in a minute Anton had been fully transformed into a pale skinned, blonde haired beauty with heavy set curves like a pin up from the fifties.

“There.” His mother said with a smile. “Now you can get a taste of your own medicine, keep your roommate and I finally get the proper lady as my heir. Three stones, even better!”

Noah was beginning to see where Anton got his chaotic energy and pranking habits. 

“You…you can’t do this, mother!” Anton cried, flicking his fingers over and over in an obvious attempt to magically change himself back. “Why isn’t my counterspell working?”

“Because you are not nearly as powerful as I. '' His mother replied smugly. “If you finish your magical degree perhaps you will be able to , but right now you don’t have a snowflake's chance in hell.”

Anton turned to the headmistress but he just shook her head.

“Don’t look at me, young lady. You made your bed now lie in it. I am not going against the wishes of Lady Altenbach.”

The headmistress’s face was calm but Noah was sure he could see a hint of fear in her eyes as they darted to Lady Altenbach. With her sharp features and calculating eyes Noah couldn’t even blame her. 

“But this isn’t fair!” Anton cried, stamping his foot on the ground for emphasis. “My degree is going to take three years! You can’t possibly expect me to stay this way until then! Even you have limits!”

“And what about me?” Noah spoke up as the silence spell finally faded. “All I did was exist and now I am being punished for being roomed with a snob!”

“Stop it both of you!” Lady Altenbach snapped, clicking her fingers and forcing both of them to lean over with a gasp as their breasts increased another cup size. “Unless you want me to keep emphasising your new features to the point of absurdity I recommend you both quiet down.”

Noah bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood and Anton’s face turned thunderous; but neither of them spoke another word. This was bad enough as it was. 

“The boys are never going to let me hear the end of this.” Anton groaned, flopping back in the chair dramatically. “The best four years of my life, ruined, all because of some mundane.”

“I’m sorry, how is this my fault?” Noah bit back. “If anybody is to blame it’s you! And what about me! How am I supposed to explain to my mundane filled family how I have apparently managed a perfect sex change in less than a few weeks!?”

“Come now, we are not that cruel.” The headmistress rolled her eyes, “I am sure Lady Altenbach has made arrangements?”

“Of course,” She nodded. “Nobody but the people in this room will even remember you were both men, as far as the rest of the world is concerned you have both always been Nadine and Adeline.”

“Nadine!?”

“Adeline?”

“Yes, charming names don't you think. I always wanted a daughter, you know.” Lady Altenbach smiled, “I had Adeline all picked out, I am glad I finally get to use it.”

Despite everything, a small part (A very small part) of Noah actually felt sorry for Anton watching his face fall as he finally realised this was happening, no matter how much he complained. Lady Altenbach simply nodded, as if she was terribly pleased with the chaos shed evoked and turned to leave.

“I will see you at the end of the semester, princess! Be good.” 

Anton just punched his hand against the wall and bit his lip in restraint. Noah was beginning to realise just how flippant magic seemed to make people; something like this would never fly back in his old mundane world. Even if it was possible. 

“Well then.” The headmistress clapped her hands. “I believe you both have a dorm room to fix up.”

~

They returned to the dorm in silence and began slowly picking up the pieces of their shattered room. Noah winced looking at the cracks in the walls and broken furniture; he’d not even realised his outburst had been that powerful. Maybe Dammon had a point about keeping him here till things were under control. 

Mercifully, Anton actually helped with the cleaning, rather than putting his feet up and insisting Noah do it all as usual. In fact, he seemed to have taken on a bit of a neat freak persona, even conjuring up an honest to god feather duster and running it over every surface when they were finished. Noah must have been staring because Anton’s eyes narrowed.

“I like things neat, that’s why I hate your lacrosse junk.” He said shortly, “but cleaning is beneath me most of the time.”

“And this time?”

“You wrecked everything so much I can't trust you to put it back right. It’ll be more work for me in the long run.”

“Wow, how gracious of you.”

“Yes, it is.” Anton smiled, clearly missing or ignoring the sarcasm in Noah’s voice. 

Once the room was back together it was late and the two of them were exhausted. Normally, they slept in boxers but obviously that wasn't an option anymore. Noah opened up his cupboard and grimaced, trying to find something loose and comfortable to wear. Most of his clothing was either work out gear which was either far too revealing or the wrong size, or his uniform robes. 

There was a brief woosh of magic and he turned around to see Anton standing in front of his own cupboard; fully stocked with a selection of female clothing he had just transfigured for himself. He plucked out a white nightie with lace edges and nodded with approval before slowly peeling off his ill fitting clothes. 

“Uh…don’t you want to do that in the bathroom?” Noah blushed.

“No. This is my room. We’re both girls here, unless you’re some sort of perv.”

Noah bit the inside of his cheek and turned back to his own cupboard before looking down at his hands. In his classes he’d learned to turn a toothpick into a match and a glass into a goblet; but that was as far as his tranfiguring powers went. Outside of that time he sneezed and accidentally turned the teacher's cat into a parrot; much to their annoyance. 

It didn't help that behind him, he could hear the soft sound of fabric against skin and Anton slowly undressed. He didn't want to, but his mind kept conjuring images of that beautiful, busty blonde body and what it must look like undressed. He may be physically a woman now but it turned out, he still liked women as much as he did before. He could feel heat building beneath his skin which he tried in vain to stamp down until suddenly there was a voice right next to him.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Anton sighed. “Can you seriously not even make yourself a new wardrobe?”

“I…I uh…”

Anton was standing there, arms crossed with a serious, sour expression on his beautiful face. The long ringlets of hair tumbled down his shoulders loosely and he was barefoot with only the white silk nightgown on. It wasn’t conservative either, with spaghetti strap shoulders and a hemline that only reached the middle of his thigh. Anton’s new, bountiful cleavage was on full display and it was taking Noah conscious effort not to stare; damn his Lady Altenbach for making that asshole so hot! 

“Here. Don't say I never did anything for you.”

With a wave of his fingers Anton transformed the entire cupboard, giving Noah a selection of trendy, female clothes, including a nightgown of his own in the same style but coloured orange. The perfect colour to suit his new dark olive skin. 

“There, I used a lot of magic today.” Anton moaned, rubbing his eyes. “I am going to bed.”

“Thanks.” Noah squeaked, pulling out the nightie and glancing back nervously. He watched in the mirror as Anton climbed under the covers and curled up on his side, facing away from him. 

He got undressed in front of people all the time; he was into sport after all. He got changed in public change rooms all the time and had never been the slightest bit squeamish. He had nothing to be ashamed of as a man, that was for sure and as a woman well…his large chest and wide hips certainly didn't feel like something to be ashamed of. And yet he hesitated, clutching the nightie so hard his knuckles turned white. It just felt wrong to get undressed in front of Anton, even if he was a woman now as well. The mound of blankets that was Anton suddenly spoke up. 

“For god sake, Noah, I have my eyes closed, would you please just get changed and into bed so the light can go out!” 

Noah turned beet red and muttered something that might have been an apology before quickly stripping out of his clothes. He’d managed to squeeze back into one of his lacrosse shirts before they went to the headmistress’ office and it was the sole piece of male clothing he had left now, thanks to Anton transforming his closet. 

After a bit of struggling he managed to get it off and threw it to the bottom of the cupboard, the chest was so horribly stretched that he’d never be able to wear it again, even if he did figure out how to reverse this spell. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to put it in the bin. 

Noah avoided looking at himself too closely. It felt weird, like he was a peeping tom or something even though logically he knew it was his body he would be staring at. He caught glimpses of his curves, the rich dark skin and the feminine shape but forced his mind to be purely functional, removing clothes and putting on his new nightgown. 

The nightie felt like nothing he had ever worn. Soft, silky and light as a feather. It almost seemed to float around him, the fabric barely touching his skin unless he moved quickly. The silk brushed against his new nipples and Noah found himself momentarily speechless at the sensation. It sent shivers down his spine; he’d never realised just how sensitive nipples were, or breasts for that matter. 

He felt himself getting retroactively embarrassed for all the times he’d grabbed great handfuls of a woman’s chest while having sex and squeezed hard. After a quick glance over to check that Anton was indeed not looking, he ran a hand down his side so the silk pressed into the side of his breasts. Even the edges were sensitive in a way his male chest never could be. 

He swallowed nervously, quickly stopping himself before going any further and climbed into bed only to spend several minutes tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position where his chest didn't get squashed or his hips didn't dig into the mattress. It was going to be a long night.