The office of a beautiful banshee.

You smell brimstone and see a flash of light that fills everything, swallowing you whole, atomizing you and putting you back together again, and spitting you back out in the space of a millisecond. You open your eyes in a dusty, dingy office. You seem to be alone, but you feel a chill in the air. You are too terrified to turn and see if something is lurking behind you, but you also think you might have a heart attack if you don't. It's like this horrible feeling of knowing your first born child is going to die in the morning even though you're still a virgin.

"SooOOoooOoorry. I didn't expect a new student" you hear the voice as if echoing inside your chest. You peer down and see a pair of glittering green eyes peeking up at you through your chest! You watch in petrified horror as you see more of a beautiful face appear and you slowly realize that your guidance counselor is a ghost. "Aye, more specifically, I'm a banshee," you hear echoing inside you with a faint Irish lilt.

"But...how did you?!" You realize with a sudden start that she can somehow 'hear' your thoughts from floating inside you. You immediately try to think normal, girly thoughts, but you keep getting tripped up wondering what demon girls like. Is it bloody flowers? Poison chocolates? Dead boys? Your mind races and thoughts crash into each other in a jumbled mess, as you are certain she will discover the secret you don't dare think of.

"Aye. Everything looks good in there. And don't worry your pretty little head, we don't discriminate against half humans here. This is Hell, not Mississippi." The banshee floats out of you and through her desk where she sort of hovers over her seat, smiling serenely. You wonder at her words. How could she you were half human, but still think you were a girl? You don't have time to ponder the perplexing problem as she continues, "So, I take it this is your first time meeting a spirit. That or are just lost in my beauty."

"Yes. I mean...no...I mean it's my first time. I mean my first time meeting a banshee. Not that you aren't beautiful...I mean..." you blush and babble as you realize you are ogling her even more obviously. She is a stunningly attractive woman, with long flowing...and floating...hair, big, brilliant green eyes that seem to glow, and a slender but shiny lips. She 'wears' a diaphanous gown that does little to hide her heavy chest. You suppose banshees need lots of lung capacity, but you don't see any lungs. You do see the chair behind her, but somehow that doesn't stop her from being sexy. You squirm in your panties, worrying your arousal will become apparent.

"Now don't be getting all flustered on my account, lassie. It's perfectly normal to be surprised by seeing a 'monster' for the first time. But, I must prepare you, unlike certain schools for little boys, we don't have uniforms and most women prefer to walk the halls in their true forms. We don't forbid clothing, mind you, but we think it's ridiculously patronizing to require it." Counselor Molly Mcbride explains as you hastily read the dusty nameplate on her desk. Your imagination runs wild as you envision halls full of horny horrors. Anyone of them could pull you into a dark corner or empty classroom, remove your conjured clothing, and once they saw your secret, you'd be at their mercy...though you doubt they have any. Why this terrifying thought is making your mouth water and nipples harden is beyond you, but you try to stay calm and ignore your growing lust and trembling tail.

"I know it's a lot to take in. And you suckubi in particular have a lot of urges that can get you so bottled up and bothered until you are just ready to burst." Ms. McBride floats from her desk to hover in front of you, bent so that you can't help but notice her clear cleavage. You can't help but think she is intentionally trying to turn you on, especially when she adds, "And if you ever need a little help blowing off some 'steam', you can just 'cum' see me."

She's being about as subtle as a dick pick, and a part of you is tempted to take her up on her offer, but you know it would end up exposing your secret...literally. You file it in the back of your mind for future reference, and politely demure, "Thank you Ms. McBride, I'll be sure to come see you first if that happens." You manage to keep from whimpering and your tail from thrusting through her, but you can't keep the tremor out of your voice or the need out of your eyes. Still, she lets you get away with the lie and leaves you more confused than ever.

"Aww. Well, you know where to find me. You've been assigned to the first quad of dorms. Your room is 101 and your roommate is a spendid slime girl named Sally. She will help show you the ropes. But don't let her eat you. We have a strict no nonconsensual eating rule but our hands are tied if you go all doe eyed for a demon and let her sweet talk you into her stomach." Ms. McBride laughs, but you can't tell if it's because she is joking about the no eating rule or because she thinks consensual cannibalism is funny. You hope you don't find out the hard way. "Well, if I'm not going to get to 'suck you off', then I should at get on to my next appointment. Please shut the door behind you, handles are such a waste of ectoplasm."

You nod and quickly retreat, stepping out into the halls and heading towards Quad 1.