ENCOUNTER Miss Hemstitch to get help with libido: Miss. Try Susan instead.

Rapid Gender Cycling: ⚅⚂. On a 7-9, complete your cycle to female.

ENCOUNTER Miss Hemstitch after morning lesson to get help with your libido: ⚀⚂ + 2 = 6, Miss.

ENCOUNTER Susan Quaffle to HAVE SEX: ⚃⚂ + 2 = 9, Success with cost.

Next morning you wake, feeling your pulse in every part of your body. You're flushed and damp and feeling soft and melty inside. You sit straight up, twitching at the sensation of your nightshirt sliding over your nipples. Your swollen, sensitive nipples.

Nan is still asleep, her eyes hidden under her red hair. She doesn't move as you get up. She has one of the single rooms that some upperclass students have. For all her talk of clothing and ornament yesterday, Nan doesn't have a lot in her room. Her real treasures are in a warded box invisibly melded to the top of the wardrobe. Or perhaps the real real ones are elsewhere. You catch her scent in the air. Your nose twitches and you feel like waking her up, begging for her touch, her attentions.

But you have an early lesson, for at least the rest of the week.

Back to being a girl for today. Really, really a girl. You hurry through getting washed and dressed, arranging your robe to drape well, not to bind or rub -- so sensitive, today -- and go to meet your dueling instructor. House Leontes has supplied a different upperclass student this time. You don't catch her name, but you're intensely conscious of how she holds her body while she goes through the exercises and prompts you to follow. How tense and expectant she is, how fluid in her motions when loosing a spell, or deflecting yours.

"Aw'right," she calls time. "Done for today. Where's your head at, Poesy?" she asks. "You were looking all the wrong places. You'd do better to have your eyes closed, almost."

Your pulse is still throbbing through your body. You decide to check in with the Tutor and see if maybe your libido does need an adjustment. Something. Being off your stabilizers, well, you just don't even know how you should feel. Everything seems supercharged today, everyone's voice has an edge, a question in it. Everyone's posture seems to invite some reaction, though you don't know what.

You end up having a brief conversation with a tiny glowing mote that serves as the Tutor's receptionist. Miss Hemstitch is not available today, perhaps you would wish to ask tomorrow.

You sigh. Perhaps after lunch, Nan...?

As you stride through the halls, distracted by the sensations and desires coursing through your body today, you wheel round a corner and smack right into a tall figure with a mop of dirty blonde hair. You catch each other and find yourself bosom to bosom with Susan Quaffle, the Boarbristle prefect who greeted you, and who you pledged yourself to Nan for to avert Nan's ****.

"Oh!" Susan says. Her eyes focus as you hold each other up. "P-Poesy?"

"That's me," you say.

"Poesy, where have you been? You're not in your room, where did you go?" Susan said. She blinks. "Well, you're quite the girl today," she adds.

Susan's breasts feel very nice against yours, but she straightens up and takes a half-step back.

You look to either side. "Let's talk in your room," you say.

You sit on the bed in Susan's room, which as a prefect, she doesn't share with another student. She holds your hand as you talk.

"Nan moved me in with her," you say. "Tutor has me doing early lessons, she thinks my reactions are off. Dueling. And, well, now that I'm cycling..." You squeeze her hand.

Susan laughs, a loud "Ah ha ha!", and grins. She brushes her hair back from her face with her free hand. "Like that morning."

"Yes. Well," you continue. "I have other things distracting me."

Susan frowns and looks at you. "So Nan moved you in with her?" she asks. "Does she have leave from the Tutor?"

You sigh. "I don't think she asked. She just sort of took charge," you say.

"I'm worried about her goings on, you know," Susan says. "Tutor and Warden don't think it's anything much, but well..."

"Yes," you say. "I don't know anything yet, I've been too busy with class and extra lesson, and Nan's been out in the evenings, so. But I'm supposed to join her circle now."

"Poesy? Is this something you want to do?" Susan asks. "Why?"

"I fell in love with her that night," you say. "I found her, I stopped her, I convinced her to stop getting on you, that she was better than that."

"I'm worried she might try something again," Susan says. "Can you promise me you'll let me know if she has anything planned? Just, you know, tell me who she's talking to, and if there's another ceremony or something?"

"I'll try," you say.

"It could be very important if, you know, they're going to summon something or curse someone. That sort of thing," Susan says. "Makes the House look bad, you know? And people could get hurt."

You sigh. "All right. So Nan has taken me in. I suppose I'm going to be her apprentice or something. Though we've been too busy for me to learn anything. Even too busy to do more than sleep in the bed." You squeeze Susan's hand. "It's actually rather frustrating. I went to ask the Tutor today."

"Oh? About what?" Susan says. She brushes back her mop of hair again.

"Tutor, well, you know, took me off my meds, so I'm cycling, because she says getting libido flowing is essential. But she's worried that it's still not flowing well or something. I was so distracted this morning at dueling lesson, well..." You shrug your shoulders and a ripple of sensation flows through your body from your nipples, which have been erect all day. "Well, I was hoping that Tutor would have something to say about that to help me out, but I think she wants me to finish off the week of extra lesson first."

"Ah," Susan says.

"But I'm mad horny!" you burst out.

"Oh, that's what you meant," Susan says. "You can jill off in the loo, you know."

"I did that after lunch, it didn't help at all," you say. "I still feel it all over."

"Did you want to go see Nurse then?" Susan asks.

"Actually I was hoping you might, you know?" you say. "Are you game?"

Susan blinks. "Oh," she says. Her eyes brighten and she smiles. "Poesy. Well, all right, then," she says. She waves her wand at the door. There's a little click and rattle as the Non Perturbare indicator moves into place on the outside. "I suppose you had better stand up so you can get that robe off."

Roll +Diligence (+2) to HAVE SEX with Susan Quaffle in her room.

You owe Susan a Favor: EASY GOAL vs. Diligence: 2d6+DILIGENCE-1 (+1 total) to keep Susan informed about what Nan might be planning as far as you observe.

You have a GOAL to improve your dueling skill: 2d6+CUNNING-1 (+0 total).

You are in female form.

Nan is your HANGER-ON; you've promised to join her secret worshippers of the Great Mother of Desire.