Jon swore as he dug through his dresser. There was only racy lingerie. It wasn’t like he had a choice. He grabbed a red thong and a red lace push-up bra. He pulled it on, shivering as the lace brushed up against his cunt, causing a flush of arousal and a soft moan. He picked up the bra and frowned. How the fuck was he supposed to put this on.
There was another of those warm, arousing flashes, the weakest yet, and his hands were moving. He quickly and instinctually put on the bra. Well… that worked. He pulled the cargo pants on and tucked a silk button-up shirt into them. He tossed the letterman overtop and hurried out the door. His body buzzed with arousal, and if his mother was right, he would have to feed soon. Well... he was running late.
He walked to school and mused. What was his luck that his mom was a succubus and that he was destined to be one, too—an extremely powerful one, if his mom wasn’t lying? As he walked, he noticed the cool air on his smooth, shaved thighs, a tingling sensation on his legs, and the exaggerated sway of his hips.
Frowning, he looked down. What the… In the place of the cargo pants was a mid-thigh denim skirt with black translucent thigh-high nylons with suspenders that disappeared up his skirt. Seriously, he had intentionally chosen the least sexy thing in the closet, and now...
Before he could get too angry, he caught the scent of the most delicious thing ever. It made his mouth water, and strangely, his heartbeat sped up. He couldn't tell what it was, but he got the sense it was from the house right in front of him. Whatever it was inside, he needed.
With another flash of warmth and arousal, time slowed, and Jon was transformed. His cunt dripped. He recognized this house. It belonged to…
