Is It Weird for a Guy to Apply to a Witch School?

WhentheadmissionsofficeofWitchAcademycalled,Iwasstunned—IhadbeenacceptedintoaschoolIneverimaginedIcouldtouch.

Yes,Iamaboyanditisanall-girls’academy,buttheydidnotmind,soIsawnoreasontoobject.Ihadappliedsecretly,withouttellingmyfamily,justtotakeachance.

Butassoonasthosestrikingseniorsgreetedusnewcomers—pressingeveryboyagainstthewallwithaknowingsmile—Irealizedthingswereabouttospinoutofcontrol.

“Oh,comenow,yousweetlittlefreshman,”oneofthemsaidsmoothly,hervoicefullofmischief.“Don’tmakethisdifficultforme,yourbigsis.Swallowthiscoreandtransformintoawitchlikeme,alright?”

Sheheldtheglowingorbbeforeus,half-threatening,half-teasing,almostinvitingthenewboystoreact.Itwasclearsheenjoyedit—theblendoffearandresistanceintheirexpressions.Ouruneaseseemedtobeherpersonalamusement.

Afterall,theyonlyhadthisopportunityonceayear.