Make sure no one gets lost

“Sounds like a good idea, Ma’am,” answered Aaralon. “I’ll round them up like a sheepdog and bring them back before sundown.”

Lywena demurely covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh, and instead managed a bright smile. As they parted ways, Aaralon tried to sneak a furtive glimpse of her cleavage. Something about a woman swathed in the skin of an animal. Lywena disappeared into the woods, and Aaralon sighed in disappointment. Then he cursed himself for sounding so stupid. Sheepdog? He shook his head in disgust at himself.

He had gone no more than ten paces in the opposite direction when he heard someone call his name.

“Psst! Aar!”

Looking around, he saw no one until a girl revealed herself by stepping out of the thicket, hands akimbo. Her feet were planted shoulder-width apart and were attached to a fine pair of youthful, evenly tanned legs. Her legs got closer to each other as they rose from the ground, from delicate ankles to slender calves, to luscious thighs, until they joined, just barely underneath the hem of a short pink dress.

Aaralon’s eyes continued their journey up the girl’s body. Her frilly pink dress belied a very womanly set of breasts, whose volume and curves could not be concealed by any amount of lace or taffeta. Admittedly, the low-dipping scoop neck didn’t hide much either, although the red cloak tied loosely around her neck did restore some modesty to her attire.

She returned Aaralon’s gaze with confidence and a knowing smirk.

Who was this girl? Aaralon has never seen her around before. And why was her voice so deep?

“Hey, Aar, It’s Luger. How do you like my new look?”

Aaralon nearly choked. Luger had been one of his best buds since they landed at the School together over a decade ago. And until a few days ago, he was most definitely male.

“Luger? What the fuck?” hissed Aaralon incredulously. Instinctively, he knew to lower his voice to a hushed, conspiratorial whisper.

Grinning like a cat that caught the canary, Luger beckoned Aaralon off the path and into the woods where they could ensure some privacy. Once they were well away from the rest of the group, Luger told his story.

“You know I’m doing an Independent Project in Advanced Illusion, right? Well, Old Man Wizenheimer wants me to go deep cover to prove my skills. I choose any alternate identity I want, and have to maintain it for the next six months. I have to fool everyone I interact with, which is pretty easy. But I also have to fool Wizenheimer, who will be looking for me.

“I hear most students try to get as far away as possible, and live in some tiny village as a hermit or the village idiot. But Wizenheimer always finds them. No one’s fooled Wizenheimer in the thousand years he’s been doing this. So I figured, why not hide in plain sight?

Aaralon blinked in amazement. “That’s brilliant! If you pull this off, you’ll prove yourself the best illusionist since Deyvyd Koperfeeled founded the School of Illusion! But why are you telling me?”

“First, I was dying to tell someone. Second, I know you. When I found out you were teaching this class, I knew I had to tell you before you tried to get into my pants and find an… unpleasant surprise.

“Third, this is a hell of a chance to score some sweet freshman pussy! Think about it, man! Young girls, away from home for the first time, in the dorms late at night with nine other horny lesbos. Well, eight other lesbos and me.” A predatory grin spread across Luger’s pixie-like face.

“But I thought you didn’t want to get caught?” said a puzzled Aaralon.

“Yeah, but where’s the challenge in that? Besides, this lesbo shit happens all the time, and no one ever says boo. It would look weird if I didn’t eat some snatch. And anyway, Wizenheimer is scrying halfway across the globe right now. He’ll never look right under his nose.”

Aaralon shrugged his shoulders and conceded. It was true that if Wizenheimer ever started looking in the right place, he’d find Luger pretty quick, no matter what.

Luger laid his dainty arm around Aaralon’s shoulder.

“And you, my friend, will be partaking in some prime pussy with me. We are gonna get you so hooked up.”

Aaralon smiled in anticipation, but then another thought occurred to him.

“What did you mean before by ‘unpleasant surprise’? What exactly do you have under there?”

Aaralon hesitantly reached for the hem of Luger’s dress, but couldn’t bring himself to look underneath. Luger smacked Aaralon upside the head with more **** than his delicate frame would suggest.

“Dude, I’m an illusionist, not a shapeshifter. I’m still a guy under this dress. But I sure don’t look it.”

To prove his point, Luger flipped up the hem of his skirt, revealing some low-cut lacy white panties with a bow in front. Aaralon couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re a sick fuck, Luger, ya know that? But I’m in. Let’s do this, or go down trying.”