Learn Pip's secret, and suffer from accidental TRANSFORM.

"Well, silly, let's to bed!" Pip says. She takes your wrist and drags you off. Your old rival isn't shy at making the first move. She grins. "I never expected I'd be telling you that."

You laugh. "You were so mean to me!" you say. And not just mean, a tedious prat once she had her Prefect's pin.

"When I saw you I thought you were like my country cousin," Pip said. "You look like me, down to the damn flyaway hair, but you kept hanging around and saying embarrassing things." She shrugs. "But you took a thrashing for me. That, well..." she nods. "That's why I'm HAPPY to roll in the fucking hay with you, hedge witch."

"Oh please," you say.

"Well, you've grown a bit," Pip says. "Boarbristle's been good to you." She shakes her head. "You took one for me. I'd had a bad one last term over my boy. I couldn't take another. So I fucking LOVE to owe you one, Woodbine. Use me, you broom-humper!" She throws one arm wide and kicks the opposite leg out, supporting it with her other hand.

You laugh until you have to wipe your eyes. "Pip, ha ha, is that the best you can do?"

"I don't know what to say about people when I like them," Pip says. "Especially girls. Give me a chance, Morgan."

"Well, you were always on some boy's arm, Pip," you say. "Especially that one fellow, you had him for a year? Or was it two? Until he graduated. How come I never see you with him? Or anyone."

"Still got him," Pip says. She puts her leg down. "He was the reason I got my first bad thrashing." She lifts each shoulder in turn and drops it, a little wiggling shrug. "I get a fill-up on term break. Magic mirror. Principles of similarity and contagion. We keep in touch."

"Wait, did you...?" you say, giving Pip as suspicious look. "Did you make a poppet of his...of his willie?"

Pip laughs and winks. "What do you think?" She grins. "You're not being imaginative enough."

You open your eyes wide. "He has one of you too? Fuck!"

Pip laughs loudly. "Fuck is right," she says. "Similarity and Contagion." She holds one hand curled in an open fist and thrusts her finger into it repeatedly.

You and Pip giggle together.

"I'm afraid I'm not actually original," Pip says. "I found out one of the other Prefects made up a pillow poppet of his boyfriend's arse, and gave his boyfriend a poppet prick so they could keep their weekly fuck date even after the boyfriend finished his exchange term."

"I guess that's love. Or something," you say, thinking of Fay, and of Golondrina.

"Loyalty?" Pip says. "Anyway, off with the robes, Missy."

"Let me do you, then you do me," you say.

"Soppy romantic," Pip says. "Alright Morgan."

Fledermaus perches discreetly in a corner as you unwrap Pipistrelle Clawson from her Minerval robes with the gleaming silver Prefect's pin on the shoulder. She smiles, only breaking into a smirk once or twice, as you undress her. You hang them up on a peg and turn to her. Pip nods and does the same for you.

You could almost be sisters, and from the back, it would be easy to mistake you for each other. Tall, with long black hair with a mind of its own, tending toward a tangle. It must have been irritating for Pip to be called by your name. You never minded it so much.

"Don't glamour yourself up," Pip says. "I want to be the pretty one."

"Bitch," you say.

Pip laughs. "I just wanted to hear you say that, Morgan. Now kiss me."

It starts as a kiss end works to a sort of standing up wrestling match as you press your long bodies against one another. Pip is rather forward with her tongue, but you give as good as you're getting, moaning into each other's mouths. You think she was the one who started with the hair pulling, but you wrap your fists in Pip's long hair and do the same, tugging firmly but not roughly. As much as you both find anger and desire in your connection, neither of you wants a sore neck.

But there are going to be scratches on each other's back.

Your vertical wrestling match finally bumps into Pip's bed and turns into a horizontal one with a slip, a squeal and an "umph!" of expelled air.

"This is perfect," Pip says. "Perfect! Hate me, love me, take me, Morgan! Grrrr!"

It takes a fair bit of tussling before you finally agree to a sort of scissors thing. Pip isn't wise to the girly stuff, so you have to be tediously explicit about how it's all supposed to work. But by the sounds she's making, everything is finally working out.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, grind me you broom-humping bitch, yes!" Pip says.

You manage not to burst out laughing. It would spoil the moment and you're rather enjoying grinding on Pip's lips and mound.

"Oh fuck me, you're doing it, you wonderful perfect bitch!" Pip says. Her eyes screw up tight and her lips pull back in a grimace. "AHHHH!"

As Pip's pleasure spills over, she touches you off as well. Your auras unite, combine, and explode in a wave of heat and joy and light and the world goes topsy turvy.

When all the swirls and confusion settle down, you find yourself lying crosswise atop a broad, warm carpet of black curly hair, the rich, delightful scent of cunt tickling your nose. Pip's, not yours or Fay's, but delightful none the less. But everything is off, everything around you gigantic and out of proportion. And sounds are strange, echoing and rumbly. You try pressing yourself up and discover that in place of hands, you have leathery webs joining your fingers. You cry out and hear an echoing chirp. Panicked, you try and leap up, finding yourself fluttering through Pip's room.

"Morgan?" you hear Pip's voice, but in a lower register and more echoing. "Morgan, is that you?"

"Morgan?" you hear, in a high, thin chirp. "Oh!"

It's Fledermaus, Pip's bat familiar. He's speaking to you.

And you're a bat too.

Fledermaus talks you out of your panic, but it takes you several minutes to calm down and perch. And once you catch your breath, it's completely clear how Pip keeps in touch with her boyfriend.

Fledermaus is her boyfriend, Augustus Sparling, a Leontes graduate, by her side every moment.

"So did you like watching us?" you chirp at Augustus, irritated that Pip hadn't dismissed Fledermaus from the love chamber.

"Ah, well, Pippi," he chirps. "She wants me close. I'd do anything for her."

"I hope she'll do anything for you," you chirp at him. "Can you get her to turn me back?"

"I'll try," he says. He flutters back toward Pip.

Your roommate Fay in House Minerval is your FRIEND.
Golondrina Redmoor of House Leontes, is your FRIEND and owes you a FAVOR.
Barbara Torch, Warden of Leontes, is your voyeuristic HANGER-ON.

You know the spell TRANSFORM and the Forbidden Spell SHAMEGASM.

You have the GOAL (-2 Ambition) of getting Golondrina into House Beavertail. You'll also have to save 5 XP to change Houses yourself, though Fay will follow you when the time comes.

Gain +1 XP. You have 3 XP, Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0.

You are in bat form. Treat it as a CONSEQUENCE (-1 to rolls) until you get a successful ENCOUNTER from someone who can transform you back (Pip, a Warden, Tutor, or Housemaster).

Roll +CUNNING (+1) (+2 Cunning, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to ENCOUNTER Pip. On a 10+, she can change you back.