Jordan, an incuboi disguised as a suckubus

You are Jordan, an unassuming looking lad of 18. You have known about your powers since you hit puberty, and it's all been downhill from there. Your first fumbling forays into masturbation had you imagining the perfect porn princesses you saw on your computer, and as your reflection flickered on the shiny screen, you saw it shift and reform to become the beauty you were fantasizing about save for red skin and a throbbing cock spurting pink cum all over your screen.

Luckily you had recently discovered the All Creatvres Grotesqve and Smol online and you could look up the codex for your symptoms to find yourself under Incuboi. It seemed you could change shape through sheer willpower as long as you could see yourself, but so could anyone else that willed it HARD enough. You read that you could even change sex entirely if the fantasy was strong enough or other rather intrusive conditions were met. You could even get turned into a suckubus, either temporarily if you maintained control or permanently if someone controlled you instead.

This was a nightmare cum true for you. All your life, you had been called girly or gay or 'that sissy fag over there' by the other boys and you had done everything you could to prove them wrong, always failing spectacularly in the process. Worse, you worried they might be right, because while you wanted nothing to do with guys, you never felt comfortable in your own skin. You didn't dare explore it more than that, and then you discovered you had the ability to turn into a girl...any girl if you focused enough, even if you didn't want to.

Since that day you struggled with your secret. You found incantations to put on your clothes to block others from changing you and you got your mom to write you a letter excusing you from gym. You did your best to abstain from any illicit activity. Of course, that was fruitless, and you couldn't help explore your body while in incuboi form. It was like every inch of rosy red skin was as sensitive as the tip of your penis times ten. Your thick tail was even more engorged and aroused and seemed to have a mind of its own. You had to use every ounce of will just to prevent it from fucking your horny holes, but with a lot of effort you were able to just jerk, slap, and **** it until it spurted its pink slime.

So what in the Hell inspired you to sign up for a girl's school in Hell?! Well, the short answer is probably the most honest...the girls. However, the long answer is what allowed you to justify it to yourself. If you attended any school on Earth, you would eventually have to disrobe and end up at the mercy of ignorant humans when your secret was discovered. If you went to Hades U, it would be even worse. Heck, there were practically pornographic accounts of what happened to weak willed incubois like you on the darkest web, and none of them ended up well. You would end up a suckubus **** to some fiendish faculty member, a werewolf's breeding bitch, or some living sex toy to another lonely loser like you.

However, if you were to disguise yourself as a suckubus and attend an all girls school, then maybe you could beat them at their own game. All you have to do is lie low and learn all you can about your powers, and then you can figure out how to apply it to your incuboi abilities. If you just happen to finally get to kiss a girl, then that's all the better. That's the only reason you'd ever go so far as to turn into a girl, right?

Not that you plan to go all the way, not when you risk losing your manhood forever. All you have to do is shrink your shaft to a tuckable size and hide them away in your panties. You spend a long time practicing shifting to an all but complete transformation, marveling at your pink skin, lovely little nubs for horns, beautiful bow lips, long luscious lashes, button nose, flowing fire engine red hair that's cut pixie cute and short so you don't feel too girly...but it's not working.

You focus more, your chest swelling into tiny teardrop titties, your waist shrinking waspish, and your ass plumping a little bigger than you'd like. You try to imagine it smaller, but it just swells bigger and your body blushes pinker as our breasts balloon to B cups. You sigh and quit while you're behind, putting the finishing touches by adding cute cotton panties and a simple bra along with an outfit you saw on the brochure. You bite your bottom lip and almost swoon at how sexy you look. You tell yourself it's just because you want to fuck a girl as hot as you look, and your tail twitches and tries to snake between your legs.

You shiver and burn up at the same time, biting your bottom lip until it bleeds and sighing as you let your tail frot your thighs and caress your hidden cock until it finally cums. It's a hated compromise, but you've discovered over the years that when things get really bad, nothing else will calm down Taily, as you've dubbed him. Well nothing but the steps you aren't willing to take. You absorb your seed and sink to the floor, feeling agonizingly euphoric. You tell yourself over and over that this will be the last time, though it's far from the first time you've made that promise. At least now, you have the hopes of giving your tail other tight wet holes to burrow into. You pray to the dark ones it will be enough and that you can pull off this insane stunt with your manhood...and other head intact.

You imagine your clothes clean and take another look in the mirror. You are calmer now, and mirror girl Jordan looks sweeter than she does sexy. You wish you could be her friend, but you worry that if you don't watch your ass, she'll be your worst enemy. You steel yourself and open the brochure, well aware from your earlier research where it will send you...