Your eyeballs nearly pop out of your skull at that, but you catch yourself. If Jessie is a succubus, will you be in trouble if someone finds out you're not an incubus? Is there some danger to being human here? You're not sure how long you can keep up this charade, but you decide to keep mum for now and see how much you can learn from Jessie first. Finally reaching the cafeteria, you gaze around at the deserted seats.
"Where is everyone?" You ask confusedly, still not comfortable with your lower voice.
"They didn't tell you?" Jessie responds. "We're required to stay in our own wings until after orientation, so they can make sure we can control ourselves before we start mingling. You know, wouldn't want you incubi seducing every fairy you come across," Jessie nudges you teasingly, to which you manage an uncomfortable chuckle. "Wouldn't want the gorgons petrifying everyone either, or the unicorns kidnapping virgins." Jess states matter-of-factly, picking up a tray and moving around the food counter, as you struggle to keep your chin from hitting the floor. Despite your effort, Jess notices your discomfiture and gives you a querying look.
"Uh, well, you know, I wasn't around many gorgons while growing up," you stutter. "Or Lilin, for that matter."
"Oh, so that's why you signed up!" Jessie bubbles, assuming you were a student out of your desire to mingle with your own kind. You don't bother to disabuse her of the notion, hoping it will work to your advantage. "Well, they segregate the first years so you won't see any of the other species in our wing, but we're free to hang out with them later." Jessie gives you a conspiratorial look, then leans in to whisper, "But I would stay away from the Sirens if I were you, I hear sometimes the incubi try to seduce them on a dare and end up half-drowned." You nod seriously, hiding your incredulity.
Dinner finally over, you say a rushed goodnight to Jessie, who seems to want to invite you in, then escape to your own room. Flopping on the bed, staring up at your new self in the mirror, you reconsider all you have learned from Jessie over the meal. Apparently, you are assigned to the Lilin wing, and you will be taking classes as an incubus, a night spirit who seduces females. Lilin draw in the opposite sex unconsciously, so all of the first years have to learn to control themselves first before being unleashed upon the general student population, which will be accomplished during orientation. Afterwards, you will take classes in being a successful Lilin, everything from how much life essence to draw from your partner, to choosing a profession which plays to your strengths in the sexual realm. From what you gathered from Jessie's conversation, Lilin gradually change into the ideal partner for whomever they have decided to seduce, hence Jessie showed no surprise that you had changed upon meeting you, assuming your previous partner had set your feminine-looking form (although Jessie also assumed you were actually biologically male in that form).
You admit that you had flippantly desired to be a mythical being, but you had something more like a sphinx, or a dragon, or even a goddess in mind, not a male sex-demon. You get up and undress, but something else Jessie had said also stuck with you.
"It's nice to have our own wing. Even though we're expected to maintain human form on campus, at least in the dorm we can stretch our wings a bit, and let our horns and tail hang out."
Walking over to the mirror, you look at your new naked form in the mirror curiously, examining the tattoo across your back, and leaning in to take a look at your forehead. Seeing nothing unusual - well, at least nothing unusual compared to an hour ago - you take a deep breath, close your eyes and exhale slowly in relief, relaxing your muscles as you do so.
Feeling something brush up against the back of your calves, you furrow your brow a bit, then open your eyes. You blink a second, thinking your eyes are playing games on you. Reaching up, you bring a hand to your forehead.
Rising comfortably out of your temples are two jet-black horns, which curve upward and come to sharp points. Your hand confirms that they are no illusion, but that is not all. Sprouting from where the tattoo across your back once sat are two large, black, leathery wings, which look exactly like the tattoo except for the increased size. However, while they are large, they're neatly folded, and the points are nowhere near your legs. Turning around and craning over your shoulder, you spot the final indignity in the mirror.
Hanging proudly from just above your firm tush is a long, black,ropy tail with a neat spade-shaped protrusion on the end.
"Oh shit."