On a 10+, you transform your lover back to human form

⚄⚅ +2 = 13

"Metamorpho!" you cry.

Your familiar, a wee flying creature of the night, transforms at your command. His finger-webs shrink as his arms swell and thicken. His claws shorten and broaden into finger and toenails. The tiny male member concealed in the silky fur of his belly grows back to its lovely human form and stature. The eldritch, clownish bat-face shimmers and reforms into the visage of your dear love, Augustus.

"Come to me, my darling," you say, opening your arms.

"Pippi, my heart," he says. He takes you to his chest and folds his arms around you. You tuck your chin over his shoulder.

Nothing is said for some time. Your bodies are warm and close, and you feel one another's hearts beating.

You blow a tickling stream of warm breath into his ear. He flinches. His manhood quickly swells against you. You laugh.

"Always," you say.

"You know all my secrets," he says.

"Always."

He had seduced you on a whim, after the New Year's Dance. But that had laid his secrets open to you. You knew what to say to bind him to you. And in seeing deeply into him, seeing yourself through his eyes, you knew that everything you said was true. In binding him, you bound yourself.

It was hard, so hard, to submit to others in the way of lust, now. You were his, and he was yours. When he approached graduation, you had planned this masquerade, this way of being together despite all. You studied a forbidden Art for the sake of his love, the magic of transformation. He feigned a plan of world travel. You feigned to see him off. You returned with your new, inseparable companion, the bat familiar Fledermaus.

He was now more yours than ever, more closely, deeply and direly so.

You fornicate judiciously, to dissemble the love and passion you hold for one. You excuse your unfaithfulness, knowing that it protects your love to feign to take your passions lightly, a sharing of pleasure for sociability and passing enjoyment. And he is there, and sees all, and never doubts your love.

Two more years. You would graduate, and the two of you would be free to be together.

But for now, every moment was stolen.

You reach down and grasp his manhood.

"Take me."