James furiously itched at his penis and testes, which felt like they had just taken a swim in a pool full of hair trimmings. He wasn’t sure what about the cucumber transformation had elicited this physical response, but very little of him cared about specifics right now. Where there such a thing as magical spell STDs or something? If that were the case, then he seemed to have become a victim.
He looked at Molly, who seemed to be on the verge of tears with guilt, and he smiled weakly at her, nodding sharply. This confirmation of his understanding seemed to put the poor girl at ease, though she still was visibly distraught towards having made the issue worse. James bore no ill will towards the plump and sweet bespectacled girl, and instead was cursing Amber under his breath for putting him in this situation to begin with, almost willing to use his monkey tail as a third arm to help with the itching.
Before long, Elspeth clapped loudly to get the class’s attention back on track for what felt like the twelfth time, still leaving James to scratch his irritated Johnson. The next girl to come up (“Christ,” James thought. “How many girls are going to have a turn?”) was a buxom and tall Indian girl with hair that went down the length of her back. She looked James over, and smirked cruelly. Elspeth noticed this almost immediately, and spoke up about it. “Morgan. No hurting him.”
Morgan shrugged, nodding casually, and took a look at James, who’s only source of joy right now were fleeting but blissful milliseconds of relief brought on by his thorough and lovingly gentle scratching (he was desperate to alleviate the annoying sensation, but not desperate enough to harm his lifelong friend in the process). His itchy predicament gave Morgan an idea, and upon raising her hand she.....