[Witch TG] Noah's Spark - Part 2

Chapter 2 - Noah

His alarm went off with a blare and for a few blissful moments, Noah could think it had all been a crazy dream. Only to roll over and immediately wince as his breasts were crushed beneath his weight. Stomach sleeping was definitely out from now on. With a groan he got himself up and forced himself into the bathroom, passing Anton sitting at his desk trying to force a brush through his long blonde ringlets with a look of frustration. 

His morning shower, an act he usually did in two minutes while half asleep, was an entirely new experience as a woman. His skin was still extra sensitive and the water seemed to flow down his body in new and interesting ways, finding crevices and curves he didn't even know he had. 

Noah felt his breath quickening as the water stream flowed down the smooth expanse of his stomach and between his legs. The warm water flowed over his pussy, making it tingle pleasantly in a way that had his fingers twitching to follow. He ignored the urges as best he could, even when he stepped out and rubbed the soft towel all over himself, maybe a little more thoroughly than he intended. 

After a little bit of fiddling, he managed to wrap the towel around himself the way women did in films and stepped back out into the dorm to get dressed, only to find Anton still trying and failing to wrangle his hair. Noah watched out of the corner of his eye with amusement as he got himself dressed in his new underwear and female uniform. Anton cursed under his breath, holding out great handfuls of the hair and struggling to get the brush through the thick strands. Their eyes met in the mirror and Anton scowled.

“Just you wait, your hair will be just as unmanageable. Also, your bra hook isn't done up.”

“Wha-damn!”

Why were there two of the damn things? No matter what position Noah put himself in he couldn’t figure out how to get them both done up. If he got one hook and eye connected the other slipped out, it was a nightmare. The clock ticked passed and the bell rang making them both curse; classes had started and they were still half dressed and hardly presentable.

“We may as well just wait until second period.” Anton moaned, “No point trying to rush to first now.”

“Agreed…do you want help?”

Noah couldn't be sure what spurred the offer but it was out of his mouth before he could stop it. 

“Help? With my hair? How could you help?”

Noah blushed.

“I have three older sisters.” He admitted after a moment, “When you grow up the baby…let’s just say they liked having a living baby doll for a few years before I could fight them off. I know a thing or two about hair.”

“...fine.”

Noah gently explained how to brush from the top down and to stop the knots from getting bigger with big sweeps. Then demonstrated how to do it with his own hair for next time. Anton sat primly with his hands in his lap, unable to keep himself from looking impressed as Noah managed to untange all the hair in a matter of minutes; leaving it in shiny blonde waves. 

“Done.”

“Thanks…I guess. Uh, I suppose I can help you with the bra too.”

“What!?”

“Oh don't be such a prude, here.”

Anton spun Noah around before he could stop him and hooked up the bra perfectly.

“It’s a lot easier when you can see what you’re doing.” He said stiffly. “Now come on. We should get going, if we’re going to figure out how to cast a counter charm strong enough to break this damn spell we’d better get studying.”

“Surely a regular counterspell could help me.” Noah spoke up. “Your magic isn't as strong as your mothers.”

To his surprise, Anton actually looked ashamed.

“When my mother changed reality around us she likely strengthened my spell. I'm glad actually, at least I won't be stuck like this alone.”

“Cool, real mature of you.”

“Oh shut up. Let’s just go to class. Don’t pretend like your little hair brushing session means we’re best friends or anything now.”

Noah made a face like he was being sick and Anton actually looked offended. 

~

Lady Altenbach had been right, nobody reacted strangely to his new appearance, in fact the only attention he got over the next few days was his professor being angry that he skipped morning enchantment class. He was still on the lacrosse team, just the women’s one instead of the men's, and when he phoned home that Friday his mother didn't seem the least bit surprised to have a fourth daughter. 

After the first day of swaying hips and long hair getting blown about in the wind he had gone to the library to reach counter charms. To his dismay, no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t get one to work. Every time he tried he could feel the magic draining out him uselessly; he simply didn't have the raw reserves yet. It was going to take years, his whole degree potentially, to work it up. Just like a physical muscle, magic needed to be exercised in order to cast stronger spells; despite his raw potential, he was nowhere close. 

Still, maybe if he dedicated himself to practising every day he could get there earlier. Anton on the other hand, seemed to have reverted back to his lazy old self. He went to class, mucked around with a new group of female friends that he had somehow made instantly and went back to being a pain in Noah’s side just by existing. It was as if he didn't even care about being a woman anymore. 

He was out every night until dawn and would wake Noah up crashing into bed with a groan and waking up hangover free. Noah hated that; the people who deserved hangovers never seemed to get one. The laissez faire attitude started to grate on him; here he was, working his ass off trying to find a cure for them both and what was Noah doing? Partying. If he expected Noah to change him back when he finally made a breakthrough he had another thing coming. 

His anger boiled beneath the surface for weeks until finally; early one Saturday morning everything came to a head. After a good night's sleep Noah sat on his bed, watching the sun rise and trying in vain to transmute the small mouse he’d purchased into a rat. The little rodent shuffled about in its cage, unperturbed by the little zaps of magic that should have been changing it. It was the easiest transfiguration spell there was, far less complicated than turning a human man into a woman or vice versa and yet he still couldn’t manage it! 

Under the blankets Anton groaned and suddenly popped his head out looking irritated.

“Can you do that somewhere else? I am trying to sleep.”

“Too bad.” Noah replied, “It’s not my fault you spend every night out partying and come back at dawn.”

He had to admit, he was being petty. He could have easily taken the cage elsewhere but he refused; Anton had woken him up a few hours ago when he came stumbling in at first light and it was about time he got some level of revenge. Even small. 

“I wasn't out partying, I was…never mind. Point is, there is nothing keeping you here.” Anton grumbled. “You’re never going to get us a cure so stop keeping me up with your stupid practice.”

“Well one of us has to!” Noah snapped. “What should I do instead, hm? Sit around all day feeling sorry for myself and getting drunk at night like you?”

“Who says I am getting drunk!” Anton yelled, sitting up in bed and crossing his arms beneath his breasts with a huff.

“Well…” Noah realised he’d just assumed. “Why else would you be going out all night till dawn?”

“For your information….” Anton shuffled awkwardly. “I have been…trying to perfect a counterspell.”

Noah blinked in shock.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Anton’s face was beet red. “I just wanted to do it somewhere private...do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have a mundane be just as powerful as you? Hm? You show up here, having started casting what, two months ago and we’re on the same level? I have been training in magic since I could walk!”

Noah rolled his eyes.

“Fucking, seriously?”

“What?”

“That’s it? You act like a mighty asshole because you’ve got some petty complex about not being some mega powerful mage compared to me? Just because I was a normal guy a while back?”

Anton looked away.

“When you put it like that it makes me sound petty.”

“You are petty!”

Noah couldn’t help it, he laughed. 

“Did you seriously expect me to be all ‘oh poor Anton, you have such a hard life being born to a rich, powerful family, that totally explains why you treated me so poorly I’m sorry’.”

“...Kinda?”

The two former men looked at each other and burst into giggles, the tension in the air dissipated instantly and Anton rolled his eyes.

“Alright I get it, I was pretty shitty to you. I’m sorry, you were right; this mess is my fault. But I suppose it could be worse.”

“How? How could this possibly be worse?”

Anton looked at Noah with confusion and shrugged. 

“I mean, there are certainly worse fates than being turned into a hot chick. Like the headmistress said, it’s not like it's actually causing us any harm.”

Noah shook his head in disbelief. 

“You magical people…you have a very different idea of what constitutes harm.”

“This isn't half as bad as being turned into a squirrel or a shirt or anything.”

“...A shirt?”

“Yeah, you’ve never-oh yeah, you probably haven’t.”

Noah elbowed him and Anton snorted with laughter.

“You make it sound like being transformed into clothing is normal!”

“It’s a pretty common prank, all the frats do it for hazing rituals.” Anton shrugged, “It’s a lot easier to change people back and forth into inorganic objects. At least compared to stuff like this.”

Noah just shook his head again and flopped down onto the bed in disbelief; what sort of a world had he ended up in? 

“So…you’ve been turned into stuff…before now?”

“Sure.” Anton replied with zero shame. “I’ve been a dog, a shirt, even a…uh…pair of well, y’know.”

“No…” Noah narrowed his eyes at his roommate, watching as he progressively got more red in the face.

“Look, it was just a dumb idea, sneak into a girl room, get turned into panties-”

“Oh my god.”

“She didn't even pick me, I was stuck in a laundry basket for six hours!”

“Serves you right, you damn perv!”

“Oh like you wouldn't have tried something like that if you could have.”

Noah threw a pillow in Anton’s face and he spluttered, trying to keep his blonde ringlets out of his mouth. 

“Look, point is, the sooner you stop moping about it and start enjoying the ride the better off you’ll be. I want to be a man again just as much as you, but while it lasts I plan on enjoying myself.” 

Noah sighed; that was actually a surprisingly mature way to go about things. Hearing it come out of Anton’s pretty mouth felt almost wrong. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as Noah first assumed. It was only then Noah realised that they’d actually been getting on for the last few minutes. It felt…odd, but not bad; and frankly he was sick of arguing with his roommate. After all, they were in the same boat. 

“Well, why don't we work together then.” He suggested, “no more late night practice sessions for you and I’ll share everything I found in the library.”

“Alright, deal. I’m ready for a truce anyway, I’m not used to people biting back when I rib them.”

“Rib? You call all that shit you pulled ‘ribbing’? I was miserable!”

To his credit, Anton looked genuinely shocked by the strength of Noah’s reaction. Then…ashamed. 

“I’m…I guess the mundane world and this one have different levels of acceptable when it comes to pranks. Most people roll over and then we move on but you but back, I couldn’t believe it I sort of convinced myself I needed to teach you a lesson.”

Noah raised his eyebrow and Anton rolled his eyes.

“Look, I am still an Altenbach, even in this body. I deserve respect.”

So much for getting along, all at once Noah remembered just how irritating the former man was. Noah got himself up and grabbed his room key, the tiny space suddenly felt stifling. 

“You’ll get my respect when you earn it.” 

He didn't give Anton a chance to reply before slamming the door in his face.

~

Things between them were better; Anton stopped being a nuisance every chance he could get at least, and practised his counterspells back in the dorm. Noah was getting so used to his constant muttering that he almost found it hard to study without it in the background. He tried to take Anton’s advice and enjoy his time as a woman but there was a constant dark cloud of fear hanging over every silver lining; what if they couldn’t turn back. 

The idea of spending years like this daunting but when, at the end of it, they still couldn’t cast a powerful enough counterspell to turn them back permanently. Would Lady Altenbach take pity on them then? Judging by the way she acted back in the mistress’ office, Noah doubted it. She didn't even seem to have a soft spot for her own son, let alone somebody who had been a mundane up until the beginning of the semester. 

Slowly, over the course of a few weeks of tepid teamwork, Noah began to wonder. Just who were the Altenbachs? Everybody seemed to treat Anton and his mother with such reverence. Certainly Anton thought he deserved respect just for being born with that last name. There was something else too, ever since Anton became Adeline Noah began to notice men treating him differently. 

It wasn't unexpected for somebody as confident and beautiful as Anton now was to have admirers but there was something else to it. Every mage in their class, even some of those in the year above or below, seemed to want a shot with her. Something Anton adored of course, he flirted away without any discomfort at all, but never went on a single date. The admirers seemed undeterred though and their room was constantly filled with flowers, chocolates and all other manner of gifts. 

As was the case today. Noah was exhausted; his first ever magical midterm exams were coming up and his magical history exam loomed large. He was desperately trying to learn several hundred years worth of history in time to at least scrape by the midterm and that meant taking a break from his cure research. When he opened the door to find Anton laid out on the bed, wearing nothing but a slinky silk dress and picking chocolates out of a heart shaped box he simply did not have the brain power to process what he was seeing.

“Do you like oranges?” Anton asked with a drawl, “I’ve never liked citrus and chocolate but it would be a shame to see them go to waste.”

Noah swallowed; his mouth had suddenly gone dry and his eyes couldn’t stop staring at the smooth expanse of thigh peeking out from the slit in Anton’s dress.

“What are you wearing?” He managed to croak out; it looked like something out of a period piece. Noah’s mind was suddenly filled with images of Anton’s busty form draped along a chaise longue while an artist tried to capture his likeness; silk slowly getting looser and looser on his body until it fell away all together. 

“This?” Anton looked down at himself. “A gift from mother, she wishes for her ‘darling Adeline to dress like a lady’, I thought about throwing it away out of spite but it’s terribly comfortable. Besides, don't you think it suits me?”

Sometimes, it was easy for Noah to forget they were women now, they still talked like their old selves after all. But in moments like this, when Anton sat up with the dress spilling tastefully over his curves, with his cleavage on full display, he couldn’t pretend otherwise. Noah suddenly felt very aware of his own breasts, rising and falling with each breath, specifically his nipples which seemed to be rock hard all of a sudden. 

“Yeah, I guess.” He replied, trying very hard to ignore the warmth blooming between his legs. 

“You really should start embracing some different outfits as well.” Anton smiled. “It’s actually pretty fun. I gave you a whole cupboard full of outfits and you’ve been wearing the same jeans and shirts for weeks.”

It was true, the bra and panties felt strange enough to put on, braving a skirt or something more revealing or overly feminine seemed too daunting. Anton was suddenly on his feet, reaching past Noah and into his cupboard. Their skin brushed briefly and what little moisture remained in Noah’s mouth seemed to disappear. 

“Here, try this.” Anton suggested seemingly oblivious to Noah’s arousal. He held out a pink, tight fitting sweater that would hug his new curves perfectly and a matching black skirt and pantyhose. 

“Sure, okay.” It wasn't like a sweater could be too revealing anyway, it had a turtle neck and everything.  

Anything to put some distance between him and his scantily clad roommate. He didn't hate Anton anymore but the idea of being attracted to him was…not acceptable. He rushed to the bathroom before Anton could protest and stripped off, pulling on the soft pantyhose and enjoying the way they shaped to his body. Maybe Anton had a point; these girly clothes were sort of fun. 

The skirt was next and it felt oddly freeing to be able to feel air between his legs. Noah turned from side to side, enjoying the swish of fabric against his hips. FInally he pulled on the sweater and was surprised to find he was very wrong about how revealing it was. The soft wool of the sweater hugged his body so tightly that he could see every curve and contour. His breasts seemed somehow even more noticeable than if he’d had a plunging neckline. 

His cheeks dusted pink looking at his own reflection; his beautiful Polynesian features seemed all the more prominent now that he was dressing to suit his new body. 

“Come oooooon! It doesn't take that long to get dressed.”

Feeling oddly nervous Noah opened the door and watched as Anton’s face changed from wry to stunned in an instant. His roommates eyes danced over his body and Noah was sure he saw a pink tongue quickly wet the blonde beauties lips. 

“Wow yeah, you look great.”

“Thanks.”

Their words were stilted and awkward; the fun atmosphere had disappeared in an instant and there was a palpable tension in the air. Noah didn't know what to say; only that he didn't want to admit the sexual tension fizzing between them. 

“I…need to go!”

Before Anton could stop him, he bolted, right out the door and hurried back to the safety of the library. Half sad, half thankful his roommate didn’t follow him. 

~

Noah’s dreams were full of soft touches. He saw pink lips, smiling in that familiar way as they kissed down his curves, licking over his nipples and eliciting wonton moans from his mouth. Anton’s beautiful face was between his legs, tongue diving between his folds and Noah moaned. His nipples were hard, his whole body filled to the brim with pleasure as he desperately tried to keep the name “Adeline” off his lips as he shuddered and came. 

Noah awoke in a cold sweat; pussy still quivering right on the edge of a real orgasm. His nipples ached to be touched and he was forced to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning. It was late, or very early morning, it was hard to tell. Either way it was still dark out and Anton was asleep in the next bed over which was its own kind of unique torture. 

To know that sexy body, the very one he’d just been dreaming about, was so close and yet not touching him was excruciating. As ashamed as he felt, Noah knew he wasn't going to be getting a wink of sleep unless he did something about how horny he was feeling; and a cold shower wasn’t exactly an option. Not unless he wanted to wake Anton up and explain why he felt so compelled to shower randomly in the middle of the night. Knowing that asshole, he would know in an instant what was really going on, even if he didn’t know it was his body Noah had been dreaming about. 

His fingers crept down to lift his night up around his hips beneath the blanket. Noah could feel the what emanating from his sex and he swallowed nervously as he pulled the panties away and sunk a finger into his folds. It was a struggle not to cry out as he slowly circled his clit; mind still dancing with images of the sexy, Germanic woman sleeping completely oblivious a few feet away. 

Silently as he could manage, Noah came. Amazed at just how strong his first ever female orgasm was. It seemed to fill his entire body and then keep going as he slowly rubbed his clit until it almost became too much. His face was burning, both with arousal and shame at what he’d done. He’d gotten off to thoughts of his asshole roommate. Okay, maybe asshole was too strong a term now but still! 

He rolled over, fingers still between his legs and forced himself to go to sleep, hoping that in the morning he could forget what he’d just done.