In a Courtyard, and There's Someone Else Here

“Wha-” June blinked his eyes open trying to figure out why his bedroom was suddenly so cold. He was met with a small grassy field with a sidewalk running through it bordered by hedges on three sides, and a tall brick building on the fourth. A lilac half moon shining down on him, and a bald red skinned woman with horns and a tail standing over him.

“Hello Mr. Bethany, I am Professor Boralitrix Gothma, although you may call me Trix,” she leaned forward, holding her hand out to him, “Welcome to the Mirewood Institute of Thaumaturgy.”

June stared up in confusion that was rapidly turning to horror. He looked at the woman’s hand, then at her horns and eyes that looked wrong in the light coming from the building. Then he spun over and scrambled to his feet running for the building.

“Really now, we don’t need it to be difficult,” She said, stepping out of a shadow next to the steps leading up to the building, stopping between June and the building. He turned to look back to where she had just been standing, seeing nothing. Then he whipped his head back to the woman before him.

“Wh- what are you?” June managed to ask.

“Really, I was hoping you would be more polite. I am a Daemon, a professor, and the faculty member in charge of your new dorm. I know you’re new to magic but really, asking people what they are seems a little rude don’t you think.”

June stared at her trying to figure out what she had just said to him.

“Oh fine, let’s walk through this. You are June Bethany, correct?”

He nodded, then said, “Yes,” not letting his eyes off her.

“You received an acceptance letter to MIT, and sent the enrollment paperwork?”

“I was accepted, I just put the letter in the mailbox.”

“Then we are up to speed. You sent the letter, and I have summoned you here, to your new dorm. The letter did say housing arrangements were taken care of.”

“I don’t…” June stared at the woman, “I’m dreaming. That’s what this is. I went to bed thinking about the letter, and now I’m dreaming about it.”

“Well I’m flattered you consider me to be the subject of dreams,” the woman laughed, “but this is no dream Mr. Bethany,” she walked up to him. “You’re here to learn magic, now come one, let me introduce you to the people you will be sharing a dorm with.” She turned and walked for the door.

June was about to follow but as he looked over the Daemon’s tight fitting slacks and shirt his nakedness was suddenly forefront in his mind.

“Wait, I need something to wear.”

“Hmm?” She turned looking him up and down with an unprofessional hunger in her eyes, “I suppose I did take you straight from your bed. Wait out here, I’ll be right back with something you can wear for the time being.”

She slipped through the door, leaving June alone in the moonlit courtyard.

Feeling self conscious, and starting to get cold, June sat down on the top step, pulling his knees to his chest. Pinching himself to see if he would wake up. It didn’t work. A few minutes passed before the door opened again, June turned to see Trix framed in the doorway and the sounds of people talking inside, handing him a small bundle of clothes.

“Get dressed then come inside, and do try not to ask anyone what they are please,” she winked, then pulled the door shut. Leaving him alone again.

June took quick stock of the clothes, black leggings, and a maroon t-shirt.

“Better than nothing,” he grumbled, pulling the clothes on, the shirt was a little too short for his liking, and the leggings did an excellent job of making his dick and balls look like a bulge. With a heavy sigh, June walked up to the large door, and pushed it open.