Fortunately for him yes, but...

“Heh um yeah.” Justin stammered out trying to **** a smile. “My mom, she bought it for me. I know it's kind of cute, I mean uh cringe but what can you do ya know?”

The sweat slid down Justin’s face as his tiny dick strained in his lacy panties. He could feel it but the reduced size meant Trent couldn’t see how hard this conversation was making him.

Trent surveyed him looking him up and down before cracking a grin. “Yeah I get that man my mom is always pushing stuff on me.” His hand came down hard on Justin’s back and Justin worried for a moment that his dick was going to spray just like it had when Mike slapped his ass but fortunately he only felt a slight twinge.

Unfortunately for him Trent wasn’t done talking. “I mean I get it man I’m always working to earn Good boy points for when I need to call mom to bail me out when I’m in the drunk tank. Want me to take a picture of you to send to your mom? Earn some of those good boy points yourself?”

Justin could barely hear Trent after he said it the first time. Good boy. It was like a lightning bolt to his little dick and without even realizing it he began leaking gooey watery cum into his lace panties

“Th-thanks swe-uh bro but I-I’m good,” he stammered out, almost doubling over to try to disguise the orgasm that Trents words had induced in him.

“Okay dude let's get going. Prof Barns is so fucking anal about lateness.” Trent glanced at his watch. Class was starting in 13 minutes and they needed to get almost all the way across campus.

Trent grabbed Justin’s hand and began to run dragging Justin who was still in a haze along with him.

As he was dragged along Justin’s mind wandered. He could feel the gooey watery cum around his tiny dick, soaking slowly through his panties, He could smell how good Trent smelled. He was so strong, able to drag Justin along without issue, not that Justin was objecting exactly.

Suddenly a fantasy rushed into his head. Trent wasn’t dragging him, he was carrying him, in a princess carry. His strong arms wrapped around Justin, holding him tight, his muscles pressed up close to Justin’s face, so powerful and manly.

Justin was brought back to reality with a slap.

“Jesus fuck dude you okay? If you need to go to the doctors I can tell the prof, even he would need to accept that as a reason to miss class.”

Justin shook his head, they had arrived at the lecture hall, the wall clock indicated they had about a minute to spare. “Oh uh yeah, I-I’ve been feeling kinda bad today. I think I just need some bed rest though. Tell the prof for me?”

“Course dude I got my bro.” Trent gave Justin a light punch in the arm as he headed into the lecture hall. Justin then began wobbly walking back to the dorm.

Being pulled along by Trent had made things so easy, it was like he was meant to do that, to follow a man…

Justin shook his head, he was a man, not some fucking simpering sissy no matter what the witch did to him. As he walked back he was mostly successful at ignoring the world around him but when he reached the frat house Mike was standing at the door looking bored.

“Oh hey Justin don’t you have class right now.”

What happened next was out of Justin’s control, Mike greeted him and he needed to respond, needed to be polite, he crossed one foot over the other, grabbed the hem of an invisible dress and curtsied bowing his head towards Mike.

Mike looked at him with an odd expression, half disgust but equally a sort of hunger. “Damn Justin, is something wrong?” His tone felt almost predatory and his eyes had the look of a leopard circling a wounded gazelle.

Justin gulped, “I, um. I need to go, thank you sweetheart.” The last words tumbled out before he could stop them but as he said them he pushed past Mike and ran to his room.

He tossed his purse over his desk chair and slid his pants and soaking panties off before grabbing his tiny dick. He could fit it entirely in one hand but that didn’t matter, he needed to cum. He stroked desperately, viciously, jerking his little dick every which way just to produce more watery cum.

His little dick was like a fountain oozing cum into his hand as he tried to bring his feelings under control. He imagined Trent, big, strong, powerful Trent holding him close whispering sweet nothings into his ear as his cock, his no doubt massive cock slid into Justin’s asshole. How Trent would be so kind, and caring, how he would kiss Justin as his cock leaked its pathetic load.

He then imagined Mike, tall, lean, athletic Mike, Easily a foot taller than Justin, looking down on him at all times, pinning him to a wall, showing the whole frat his pathetic secret. Smacking his ass causing him to cum pathetically in front of the whole house before bending him over a table. Pounding his sissy ass as he moaned for more, harder.

HIs hand was now completely soaked in semen, it seeped out through his fingers as he moaned pathetically in his bed. It was clear and watery and looked nothing like a man’s semen should.

Justin whimpered. He wasn’t gay, it couldn’t be that, the curse was just messing with him. Making him find Trents strong, protective arms, Mike’s ruthless powerful gaze so erotic, so attractive.

His phone pinged, a new message from the witch “You can believe what you want sissy but we both know you’re starting to like this.”

He threw his phone away from him.

What the hell did she know, His breath was coming heavily as he lay in bed, he started to feel tired, Before he knew it his eyes fluttered shut and he was off to dreamland.

CARDS LEFT IN THE DECK: 46

CURRENT TRANSFORMATION:

LOVELY LIPS: Justin's lips have minor filler slightly plumping them. He also feels a compulsion to wear noticeable lipstick at all times.

LUSCIOUS LINGERIE: Justin does not feel comfortable unless he is wearing a bra and panties. He can take them off to sleep and shower but otherwise will feel an intense need to wear them at all times.

SMOOTH SKIN: Justin can no longer grow hair anywhere other than his head and his eyebrows.

SWEET SPEECH: Justin must speak politely and in a feminine manner. He can overcome this with great effort but only temporarily.

CUTE CURTSY Lv. 2: Justin must greet any person he meets with a curtsy. If someone greets Justin he must respond with a curtsy.

HANDBAG HABIT: Justin will use a purse to carry his belongings at all times. He will not notice this is unusual unless someone points it out to him.