Wettest Girl

The 'winner', and this year's 'Wettest Girl' is...David Phillips? What? 

David lifted his head from the desk, blinking stupidly, convinced he had heard wrong. The 'Wettest Girl' was a yearly tradition whereby all of the senior girl's names went into a basket, and the one chosen became that year's accurately named 'wettest girl'. The drawing essentially created a magically enforced bimbo, a girl any other senior could go to for ‘relief’. It sounded crazy but such were the drawbacks of going to a second... or third rate magic school. Guys had their own ridiculous issues to deal with, but, one thing he knew for certain, only girls names went into the ‘wettest girl’ selection. 

Stumbling as he got up from his desk, he was determined to run, even with nowhere to go. It was only a few steps before the magic took hold, his own clothes working against him as they began to alter, tightening and binding his body in place. His casual shirt and shorts reformed Into a ridiculously short dark blue skirt with a matching dark blue blazer and white blouse up top. As his waist was squeezed down to an ever smaller size he let out an embarrassingly high squeak, too loud in the eerily quiet classroom. He was now wearing a stereotypical school girl's uniform and briefly thought that his school didn’t have uniforms before an odd, hollowing feeling filled his body, and he began to shrink. He felt increasingly light and strangely empty, but at least his clothes weren't strangling him anymore. He was so much smaller now, everything so petite and delicate. Finally, the odd, empty feeling began to subside and was replaced with a growing warmth.

Small breasts began to form, pushing out into lacy little bra cups. Nipples, seemingly in an effort to make up for the small breasts doubled then tripled in size, growing long and poking out obscenely. David would never be able to hide those. He had a crazy urge to grab one and give it a sharp twist, but was distracted by a pinching coming from below his ridiculously tiny blue skirt.

It felt like something was slipping into his butt crack even as his diminished cock shifted up between his legs. The slithering sensation continued as everything pulled tight to his crotch. This was it. This was the moment that would seal him, the moment he would stop being a he and become a she, the wettest girl. With a high, feminine gasp, David’s newly formed panties contracted one last time and the area between his legs flattened and rippled, two plump lips forming to either side of the thin strip of fabric, and a rapidly deepening fissure making its home between her smooth, femininely curved thighs. The warmth redoubled and David gasped again, but this time there was a different, needier tone underlying her clear high voice. The heat growing all this while began to ooze and drip from her newly created opening. Turning, David pulled up her tiny skirt, mouth forming a small 'o' as she stared. She was wet. No, more than that, she was absolutely drenched, and it was already leaking down the back of her thighs. Looking up, she met the hungry eyes of a classroom full of horny boys, and more than a few horny girls, and wondered how long it would be before one of them claimed her, the first of many. She realized, to her horror and growing excitement, she couldn’t wait.