You maneuver Milly Cherrywood into position...

You decide that, all else being morally equal, you have a new, sordid reputation to uphold and the only thing to do is what Felice said. After all, Milly is already in trouble along with you, it doesn't much matter if you make her irate or not. And maybe it's like Felice suggested and, just like you, this seemingly conventional, albeit easily seduced, girl is just waiting for the right "stimulus" to open her up to the delight of lesbian exhibitionism. 'Open' being the operative word.

Starting things slow, you keep your conversation going with Milly as the two of you make your way towards the main exit, where you're meant to meet up with your brother and the other girls. Fortunately, keeping a conversation going with such a funny, talkative girl is quite easy. She is still going on now, pulling at the fringe of the green and red 'Santa's elf' dress she has on, hovering on the edge of flashing the people around you. In fact you're a bit jealous that strange men are looking at her when she does that, but when YOU do it, they pointedly look away. Damn it all... seeing as you're 20 years old now, it's not likely you are going to be growing any more, either in the height, bust, or hip departments, and are going to be getting mistaken for a young teen for years to come.

"...so yes," Milly goes on, "as smelly and ugly as this place is, I love these cute outfits that your brother gave us. I have a great idea for them, once the students are back from holiday. I've always wanted to try surprising a boy or two, you know, catching them off guard when they don't expect it and suddenly showering them with kisses, and seeing where things go! I'm a bit inspired by your lovely garden party, and I'm thinking we should do a special holiday raffle and ask students to put their names into a hat to get a surprise present... and then sneak up on the winners and let them know that their present is doooown here!" She flips her skirt ALL the way up, showing off her tight cotton panties to more than a few people, including you. You feel a rush of excitement reddening your cheeks... and your chest. Damn it all, either Felice put a spell on you or she really was correct. Or perhaps it's just the novelty of it.

"You are good with alteration spells, right?" Milly asks. "I'm not sure where else we we could get underwear with pictures of Christmas presents in the front, and Christmas stockings in the back. Have you done it 'back there' before, by the way? It seems like it wouldn't feel so good, but you know, I don't want anyone to think I'm a prude or something if they request it."

"Ach!" you push her lightly in the chest, getting a feel in the process that she isn't wearing a bra, and although her tits are pretty small, they aren't nonexistent either. "Let us not talk of such things right now, not after what those awful shadow elves did... and I didn't get anywhere near the worst of it. But let me ask you about something else, Milly," you stop her just inside the entrance and pull her down on a bench next to you so you can lean close and whisper. "I saw you a few times at the party, and you were just fidgeting around awkwardly on a blanket batting your eyes."

The redhead pouts again. "Fidgeting? Ohhhhhh, I was trying to look, you know, inviting and available, like how the witches in those pin-up pictures are always posing."

"Yes, well," you go on, "I don't think you ever even used the rose I gave you, and that Beavertail who went over to see you wasn't exactly the pick of the litter. A little fat, I think, and not in the right place." you motion down between your legs. "I was worried you weren't having a good time, since you were just sitting there and leaning against him. Seemed like you just waited for him to push you on the ground... and then you pretty much just spread your legs open and laid there like a pillow."

"A nubile, sexy pillow?" Milly asks hopefully.

"Well, ahhh, perhaps..." you clear your throat. There is really something odd about this girl. As much as you were worried about being a sheltered aristocrat, it seems witches from this distant kingdom across the sea are even more insular. "What I'm trying to say is, after what you said about ze christmas raffle, I'm wondering if you have ever gotten... aggressive with a boy. Yeah? You know when you saw me the first time in that bathroom? It was because of Tucker, the burly Draconian from ze party. I challenged him to a magic duel and thrashed him so soundly he was begging for his life! And then, I forced him to get down on his knees and kiss me down there for a long, long time before I allowed him to do anything with his cock! Although I did spread my legs for him, he knew the whole time who was in charge!"

Milly is really blushing now. "Oh goodness! Well done! You're such a fearless girl, Franzi! I don't think I could win a duel against a hot guy like that, or tell him what to do. Like I said, I'm always so nervous that I'm going to do the wrong thing and scare them off or make them upset with me. My father was always very stern with me and gave me lots of chores and magic practice to do, and reprimanded me very sternly if I didn't do it juuuust the right way. As I see it, it's safer to just let my lover decide what to do, and focus on enjoying myself. I haven't gotten to do it so many times but it's always felt really good, at least, after the first time where it was a bit painful. If we both get to cum, isn't that the definition of success?"

"Hmmm." you think you have something you can work with as a lead in here. "I suppose but... haven't you ever been a little bit jealous of the other side? Getting to..." you waggle your fingers a little closer to her and hold on to her shoulder, leaning against her, "explore, and pull off clothes, and pinch and squeeze... and push someone around a bit, just like you let loutish young wizards do to you?"

Though she giggles at your words, Milly just gives that gap-toothed grin and shrugs, so you go on: "What I am saying, Milly.... well, I do not mean transformation spells or anything drastic and dangerous like that, but have you never wondered what it is like to be a boy?"

"Ooooooh," Milly blushes again and kicks her feet under the bench. "It's so funny you should mention that, Franzi! I mean, I've always really liked sports and adventuring and catching creatures and other typical wizard things, but that isn't what we're talking about, is it? Hee hee. So, you know that I'm a bit on the tall and thin side? I was worried no one would want me, at first, but it's all worked out okay for me so far. The same wizard came to my room three nights in a row, once, so I can't be doing things all wrong! Anyhow, one of the reasons I got my hair cut like this is... and this is a little secret, don't tell Frenchy or any other Dracs or the Minervals... with the ones who don't know me, I like to dress up in boy clothes sometimes. I even went into their bathrooms a few times, I don't even care how much detention I'd get if I was caught! It's so exciting to be looking at them changing clothes when they don't know it. Unfortunately, I don't think I can make my voice very convincing, but I'm hoping I can learn a spell for that. I mean, I guess I could go the whole nine yards since transformation magic isn't taboo like it once was, but a big part of the thrill is thinking that I might get caught where I don't belong, and, heehee, punished... like, giving me a good spanking, and maybe tying me up... putting a gag in my mouth so I don't make too much noise while they use me until I'm a mess..."

So then. Milly Cherrywood has a crossdressing and voyeurism fetish, and is into bondage as well. Interesting to note, but more importantly, it's an excellent 'in' for Felice's game. You grab her shoulder and get her to stand up with you, indicating it's time to head outside and meet the others as she goes on humming and fidgeting excitably. She's getting excited thinking about it, which is perfect.

"Oh you have quite a dirty mind, Miss Cherrywood. In a good way, I mean. Ze admirable kind of bad." you say in your sexiest purr of a voice. "It is not so different for me, yeah. Though not the same, either. As you can see, I am a little too short, and my bosoms are too small, and my face is not so pretty...."

"Ah, I think your face is pretty, Francisca!" Milly says sympathetically. "You have such big, lovely eyes!"

"Ach, well," you respond, "I think it is better to have big boobies than big eyes. So since I got here and even before, boys have always overlooked me, so I usually had to really chase them. That's why I practice my spells so hard, so I can impress them with my skill and get them to notice me. I watched and noticed that the wizards were always finding ways to come on to the pretty girls, and give them gifts and offer to defend their honor in duels. So I decide, if it works for them to get the pretty girls, I will just use the selfsame tactics on them."

Scanning the crowd of mundanes, you see that Aegidius isn't out yet, just as planned. And there is the mischievous, beautiful face of Felice, winking at you from the crowd. You notice that as she's leaning forward, an older, well-dressed mundane takes a small, lozenge-shaped device and holds it low to the ground near her. It produces a flash and the man quickly tucks it into his coat. It seemed to be one of those things that mundanes wave around instead of wands. Felice doesn't notice and looks unharmed, so hopefully it's nothing malefic. You'll have to ask Aegidius about that. But first, the show.

Milly sounds impressed by your words. "Oooooh! How interesting, I wouldn't have thought that would work, Francisca. Male and female are different, after all. But I guess you've had success with it?"

"Oh, yes," you say with a hesitant note in your voice, "it works pretty well, but once you've actually gotten close enough to a fellow to get affectionate with him, ze instinct takes over and he usually gets handsy and forceful in the typical way. For someone small like myself, there isn't a lot I can do in close quarters, you know? Even the average twig-armed first year wizard can toss me around like a rag doll."

"That sounds fun, actually!" Milly chirps happily. "I always thought it was better to be small, and that being taller than a lot of them is one of the things scaring them off..."

You lick your lips and grin. "Yes well, the point is... I have come around to thinking that what the boys are getting to do... TO the pretty girls... is even more fun. To the ones who are so soft and pliant and coquettish. Even if you do not credit yourself, you really are a pretty girl just like that, Milly. I am sure the ones playing with you like a doll are really enjoying getting to slip their hands into your undergarments and make you wriggle and squeal..."

Milly still seems oblivious to where you're going with this. "Oh yes, I think they do! That's why I don't really get aggressive like you were saying, Francisca, I wouldn't want to spoil their fuuAH! AHHHHH! F-Francisa! W-w-what are you doing with your hand? The mundanes are staring at us!"

Your hand has slipped right up under her skirt from behind and is caressing her pale, athletic little bottom. You trace all the way around her thigh, and flip the front of her green felt skirt up. A murmur of surprise immediately runs through the crowd, and a number of mundanes gasp and cover their children's eyes. Others, though, watch, as your index finger traces over the cleft of Milly's pussy. "What? It is as you said Milly. I am just giving them a little Christmas present. Them... and me. Now be a good girl, and submit."