Upon returning to his dorm, Andrew realized that this condition could cause some serious danger in future magic experiments, so his first thoughts turned to curing himself. To his surprise it didn't take him much studying to find a combination of magic words that he thought would help. After double checking the textbook for proper pronunciation he said aloud "abiunctae infirmare" and a could feel something happen to his crotch. Of course, now he had to test if it worked, "Sectunisco." He said the magic word, and his cock remained affixed. "Thank goodness" he thought. "Now while I'm here and naked from the waist down I should change my pants" and then he threw his undergarments in a nearby laundry hamper. He was about to get a new pair until he heard a knock at his door. "Andrew, you there?" asked a voice that was definitely his friend Katie. After pulling up his pants, and a moment's hesitation at having to face his friend commando, he opened the door.
"Hey, you look a bit nervous, everything alright?" Katie queried as she entered.
"Oh, nothing much;" Andrew attempted to respond nonchalantly, "last class was just a bit stressful, there was a word I couldn't get right."
"What was it? I'll help," Katie offered.
"Secunisto or something. I can't remember," Andrew half lied.
"Ohhh Sectunisco!" Katie said, and as she did, Andrew had an all too familiar and worrying feeling in his pants. It seems that his spell only prevented him from affecting his dick, meaning that he can't reattach it either. If someone else found out then his cock would be at their mercy. With no boxers to contain it, his cock slowly slid down his pants leg and hits the floor as he half pays attention to Katie's explanation. It is now exposed on the floor in front of Katie, but she hasn't noticed.
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