Naptime for Peregrine

You decide that you'll do a little unpacking but really, it's time for a nap. Maybe your cycle could use a little moving along, and if by Beavertail's evening mess, you were to be more definitely a boy, that could make first impressions easier.

At least the prefect, Susan Quaffle, seemed unbothered to meet you, merely flustered by the notion that you weren't simply either a round peg or a square hole. You bite your lip. Mostly you'd prefer to be neither, but the Tutor -- you didn't even know her name yet -- was insistent that you must cease your medicine, and so, start cycling again. You shudder, remembering puberty taking hold. Your voice going up and down, curves and muscles swelling and shrinking, hair today, gone tomorrow. And all the poltergeist manifestations. Your best friend leaving in tears after being pelted by books from your bookcase. He never spoke to you again.. Your eyes sting to think about it. At length it had settled into a sort of cycle, but you had been pleased that you'd just been able to turn it off and concentrate on something outside your WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS hormonal wobble-toy of a body.

You soothe yourself by putting the bed into order, with sharp tucked corners on the bottom sheet. Then the top sheet, tucked only at the foot. You decide to have a little fun, and taking your wand, you direct the woolen blankets, one by one, to settle like magic carpets landing in secret, with barely a whisper. You pull the shade, change into a nightshirt, and direct the fire-pig to cool off a bit.

As you get under the covers, you feel the unaccustomed stiffness of an erection sliding along under the top sheet. And so it begins, you think. It's not much of an erection for stature, even in your experience -- you've had three or four times the length and girth -- but it feels amazingly tingly and responsive. You recall the swish of Susan's mane of hair as she turned to direct you through the House chambers, the swing of her hips as she went through the arch to the dormitory rooms. You visualize the Tutor's bulky bosom, shifting as she rolled her shoulders unconsciously. The little thing in your hands pulses and weeps from the tip, and full soon, it erupts with a salvo of spurt after spurt, triggering waves of warmth from your abdomen across your whole body. The warm room, the soft bed, the climax combine to send you quickly to dreamland.

Roll 2d6. On a 10+, choose male or female. On a 7-9, follow your cycle to male. On a Miss, overshoot your cycle and cycle back to intersex trending female.