“Just get me out of here,” insisted Peter.

“Peter, I’m sorry,” Herniame told him, “But really, we can’t.  Madam Seleet has insisted
that we help to make sure you don’t still have problems.  We need to check your reactions
properly.  She won’t let you out of the hospital until we can confirm everything about you
is normal.”

“Just TELL her I’m normal.”

“Madam Seleet isn’t stupid,” pointed out Olivia.  “Let’s get on with it.  I don’t want to
spend all day in here.  I have better things to do.  It’s no fun for us either.”

“It certainly isn’t,” agreed Wong Wei.  “I hate fiddling around with a wizard’s bits. 
There are so many things that are so much better.  We all hate this.”

Wong looked at Herniame intently as she spoke.  Herniame said nothing.

“What are you supposed to do?” asked Peter wearily.

“I thought you’d never ask!” said Olivia, producing a riding crop from inside her robes. 
“I’m supposed to test your pain threshold.”

“And I’m supposed to do an arousal-and-denial study,” Wong informed him.  “I’ve no idea
what Madam Seleet was thinking of when she chose me to do that to you.  Arousing wizards
is most certainly not my idea of having a good time.”

Wong Wei shrugged her shoulders in resignation, and then with a twist of her body she let
her robes fall to the floor.  She was completely naked underneath them, and Peter was
unable to prevent his immediate and obvious arousal.  He stifled another groan and turned
onto his side facing away from the three young witches.

“I have to check your oral abilities, Peter,” Herniame told him.  “Don’t worry.  It’s
nothing we haven’t done before.  You must remember the Sorting Seat at the start of last
term.  I won’t ever forget it.  It was my first facesit, as the Seat announced to the
whole University, and, if you want to know another secret that I’ve never told anyone
until now, it was my first orgasm that wasn’t self induced!”

“You’ve made up for it since then,” said Peter nastily.

Herniame’s face turned scarlet, but more with rage than embarrassment.  “You’ll regret
you said that when I’m sitting on your face smothering you,” she snapped.

“I won’t, because I’m not having any of it,” declared Peter.  “You can stand there all
day, all of you.  You’re wasting your time, so you might as well call Madam Seleet and
tell her I’m not going to co-operate.”

“Yes,” agreed Olivia.  “Madam Seleet thought you might say that, so we came prepared.”

It took Peter by surprise when all three of them leapt on him.  Before he could even
think of a suitable incantation to repel them, let alone concentrate on the difficult task
of focusing the magic without his spell crop to drive it, his wrists were tied to the top
corners of the bed in the classic position that he knew made using magic almost
impossible.

“He seems to be enjoying it so far,” said Olivia, as Peter writhed to break free and
swore at them continuously.  She indicated the prominent bulge in the bed sheet, and
tapped it lightly with her riding crop.

“We might as well see it,” Wong Wei commented with little enthusiasm.  She grasped the
top of the sheet and pulled it from the bed, exposing Peter’s naked body.  “Ugh,” she said
in disgust.  “I really don’t understand how anyone could actually like something as ugly
as that.  No curves.  No softness.  Far too much hair all over the place, and just look at
the hair!  It’s like an animal.”

“You don’t even like the clump of green hair just to the right of his genitals shaped
exactly like a peacock?” asked Herniame, reaching down and stroking the green hair
gently.

Peter aimed several kicks at her.

“I think we’ll have to tie his ankles too,” she announced, stepping back for a moment.

It took a little while to securely fasten Peter’s ankles to the lower corners of the
hospital bed.  He kicked, twisted and writhed, making it as difficult as he could for
them, although he knew that with the three of them trying to control him and his wrists
already secured, it was only a matter of time before they succeeded.

He glared at them, panting with exertion, as he lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed. 
Wong Wei sat down beside him and studied his body thoughtfully.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, resting one hand on the flat of his stomach, “As males
go, he’s not quite as bad as most.  In fact, if you could get rid of this...”  She slapped
his erection.  “And take these off...”  She grasped his testicles and squeezed, making
Peter shout in pain.  She ignored his cries.  “And plump these up a bit...”  She grasped
the flesh of his chest in both hands and pulled upwards.  “Then all you’d need is to give
him some decent hips and a bit of body to his arse...”

Peter was writhing, struggling and squealing as Wong Wei grasped, slapped, prodded and
poked his body.

“Surely,” Wong Wei insisted, “There must be an incantation or a potion that would
actually do it?”

Herniame was nodding.  “There is,” she said seriously.  “I read about it in one of the
old books in the library.  I don’t think it’s legal to use it these days.  Anyway, I
rather like Peter as he is.  It wouldn’t be the same if you made him into a female.”

“Perhaps you should just dress him up and treat him as a female,” Olivia suggested to
Wong Wei.  “I’ve done that, but not with Peter.  It’s quite fun to do it, but there’s
always something that doesn’t feel quite right even though you can make them look and feel
really silly.  I think it goes wrong because wizards are intended to be submissive to us. 
If you make them women, then you lose it.” 

“Witches can be submissive too,” Wong Wei pointed out.  “That works.  I can feel just as
excited when I’m playing with a submissive witch.”

“Yes, but only submissive to another witch,” said Herniame firmly.  “I’d never even
consider letting a wizard do those sort of things to me...”

“What sort of things?” asked Olivia, turning suddenly to stare at Herniame, and then at
Wong Wei who now had a broad smile on her previously inscrutable features.

“Shall we get on with what we’re supposed to be doing?” Herniame suggested hurriedly. 

“I think we had better,” Wong Wei agreed, and then much more quietly she added, “I’m
going to need a serious session with you, Herniame, and very, very soon if you keep on
exciting me like that!”

They turned their attentions to the struggling, complaining Peter, concentrating on the
tasks Madam Seleet had set them.