Waver 1 (Written by Sash)

Lord El-Melloi II is not to be trifled with. While he lacks power, he is more than intelligent enough to hurt you in other ways.

"Before we begin class I would like to inform you that among you is a rather talentless magus who seems to think her lineage earns her something," Waver said, before continuing, "Of course it does, but the idea that someone could threaten me because they can't keep up with my lessons? Preposterous."

A female student stood up. "You are a mere puppet the El-Melloi family! I am Heir to the-"

"I don't care," Waver said, cutting her off. "I don't care what you think of me or what you think of my position. If you have no intention of learning you can leave."

"Rude!" The noble girl shrieked. "What can a fourth-rate—no you're below fourth-rate—like yourself teach anyway?" she looked around the classroom derisively, "To anyone other than other than this trash that is."

The classroom was so quiet a pin would have echoed. The students were not happy with the noble girl's comments. The noble girl didn't seem to care, instead, she continued to glare haughtily at Waver. For his part Waver was actually quite calm.

"Below fourth-rate?" Waver closed his eyes and muttered to no one in particular. He opened his eyes again. His gaze locked on the noble girl. "I suppose that wouldn't be entirely wrong. All I can do is teach I suppose… Well then, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"There's nothing you can teach me," the noble girl said.

Waver just pulled out a tube from his pocket and poured it out. Mercury fell from the tube and pooled on the floor before slowly forming into the shape of a human. "This is a mystic code that was developed by my forerunner. Or, I suppose it would make more sense to call it a derivative."

"So, you have nothing to teach?" the noble girl asked. She smirked. "All you can do is steal from another magus."

"Like that's not something any magus worth shit would do," Waver muttered before turning to address the noble girl. "This lesson isn't about this mystic code, it's about you."

"What do you mean me?" the noble girl asked as she took a step back. "My family will kill you if you lay a finger on me."

Waver ignored her. "Lesson 1: Structural Grasping is easy. And Lesson 2: Mercury can change form without needing to use Alteration."

As he spoke the mercury took the form of the noble girl. It was an exact copy, even if it was mercury.

"So? You made a cheap copy of me. That means nothing to me," the noble girl said, although she was a little hesitant.

"Lesson 3: Simply changing an object's colour is easy and not prana intensive."

The mercury clone's silvery form shimmered and instead of a shiny copy, an exact copy of the noble girl stood in front of the class.

Waver sat down at his desk. "From here on out my mystic code will teach you some-" He paused, his face a cold smile. "-human anatomy."

The noble girl froze. "Y-you wouldn't dare!"

"Who's stopping me? If you attack a teacher you'll be gone before dinner," Waver said as the mercury copy undid her cloak.

"N-no!" the noble girl shouted, but her clone didn't listen. The noble girl had to watch in horror as the clone kicked off her boots and slid off her shorts.

The clone was left in its shirt and stockings. The clone turned around and reached back. The noble girl was speechless as the clone continued to undress. Her, the clone's, stocking slid down her legs to reveal milky white skin, and most embarrassingly of all, a bright pink thong.

"T-that's not right," the noble girl said as her clone wiggled her almost bare ass to the class. "I would never wear something so outrageous!"

"Can you prove otherwise?" Waver asked, "This is Lesson 4: The only way to disprove a falsehood is to show the truth. So show us your underwear or we're going to have to assume you wear a thong."

The noble girl blushed. "I… Can't do that…" she muttered.

The clone turned around and pulled off her shirt. The noble girl was red-faced and could barely look as the clone revealed a bright pink bra. Because she wasn't looking very closely there was something the noble girl didn't notice until too late.

When the clone unhooked her bra the piece of massively padded pink underwear fell to the ground to reveal a tiny set of breasts. The noble girl was aghast. "I don't- I never- Pads!?"

Indeed, while the noble girl herself had medium breasts, bordering on large, the clone was rather less blessed.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the noble girl begged. "Don't do this to me! My reputation! I'll never be able to show my face again if everyone thinks I pad my bra!"

Waver was slightly taken aback by the sincerity in the girl's voice. "You've learned quite quickly. Unfortunately, I can't convince them that you don't pad your bra." The noble girl looked distraught. Waver continued, "But perhaps if you apologized the class would be willing to sign a geas that prevents them from talking about this to anyone else."

The class nodded. Waver smiled and waved his hand. A geas appeared in front of the noble and all the students. The girl skimmed over it and then hurriedly signed it as did all the other students.

"Lesson 5: Never rush into a magical contract."

The noble girl's face turned white. Quickly she held up her geas again. After a quick read, she calmed down. "There's nothing wrong with this," she said, "It says that as long I give the whole class the apology they want then they won't talk about this."

One of the male student's chimed in. "What kind of apology do you think we want? You insulted me and hurt my feelings. I don't think anything less than prostrating yourself naked would be acceptable."

The noble girl's face turned red. "N-no! You can't!" she cried, but the geas was strong enough to compel her. Just as her clone had done the noble girl was soon missing her cloak and boots. Her arms trembled as she fought to keep her shorts on.

"Please stop this!" she wailed, but her pleas weren't enough and against her will, she pulled down her shorts and tights. Her panties were plain white silk (and not a thong). Tears formed in the noble girl's eyes as the guys, and some of the girls, in the class leered at her silky thighs. The noble girl whimpered as she removed her shirt.

Standing there in front of her peers in only her undergarments the noble girl could do nothing but whimper as her arms reached for her bra. Wailing to no avail the noble girl was forced to bare her breasts. They were actually the size they appeared. Medium-large mounds of flesh with large pink areola and soft nipples.

"This is enough isn't it!" The noble girl begged as her unresponsive arms reached for her panties. She received no mercy and could do nothing but sob as she exposed her nethers.

Naked and humiliated, the girl dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she wailed. "Don't humiliate me any more!"

The class didn't seem to want to listen and one of them cruelly ordered her to spread herself.

With teary eyes and utter embarrassment, the girl complied. "Please! Please! I'm sorry!" she cried through sobs as her intimate anatomy was revealed. "I'm so-"

"Are you alright?"

The noble girl shot upright. Waver had walked over from the centre of the classroom to her seat and was leaning close to her. Panicked she looked around the room. Everyone was normal. She sighed deeply. Looking up she saw Waver. "Lord El-Melloi II! I'm sorry if I offended you!" she said emphatically.

Waver shrugged. "Why would I be mad? You should really get some more sleep. That was a pretty bad nightmare you were having."

"Y-yeah… it was just a nightmare," the noble girl muttered to herself.

The class said nothing. After all, the geas prevented them from talking about it (obviously it wasn't a dream). Of course, the geas didn't prevent the guys from sharing recordings so while no one outside of the class knew what happened, the whole class was familiar with every nook and cranny of the noble girl's body, and every embarrassing secret of her's. From her favourite underwear to how she masturbated (they had seen that first hand as she begged them to look away).

Waver was just content in knowing that he had one less asshole noble in his class. And his skill in hypnotism seemed to have gone up, although he let the geases do most of the work.

Extra: Male or Female: Chevalier d'Eon (Written by Morgan)

When asked about their gender:

"Well, I suppose it differs? I was raised a boy but introduced to the world as a girl. As a diplomat and soldier I was a man, but as a spy I was a woman. In the end though, male or female, there is only one path for me to take. To remain as a loyal knight of the white lily. I shall continue to offer my absolute obedience to the French royal family, and of course to you as well, Master."

When asked about their underwear:

"Such a Master. Though I said I would offer my obedience, to immediately ask me something like that. Well, I'm used to bloomers, but in this modern era, I must admit to being partial to a chemise and… lacy panties, usually in blues and whites."

When asked to prove their gender:

"Ah… to ask such a thing. You are asking me to undress correct?"

"..."

d'Eon blushed. "Well, if you would like."

Clothes fell to the floor, pooling in a pile on the ground. As d'Eon had said, they were wearing a plain white chemise and fancy lacy blue panties. The chemise was removed, revealing a chest with soft feminine curves. As the panties slid down d'Eon's legs, male organs in every respect perfectly formed were revealed. Still, in spite of d'Eon's clearly masculine parts, d'Eon's limbs possessed an unusual roundness in their formation, akin to that of a woman.

And, even as one looked on, one could not be sure if the evidence of d'Eon's gender was what they saw, for one second it was that of a man, the next of a woman. Blushing slightly under the gaze, d'Eon pulled their hat low over their face.

"...A-as you can see, gender is no real matter to me. I am whichever gender would best serve my Master."

"..."

"E-e-either is cute? You flatter me Master, but… well, as you say. I suppose I'll accept this compliment… do you mind if I dress once more? No? You… you like looking at me? Wah, what an embarrassing Master I have…" The hat was pulled even lower over d'Eon's blushing face.

"..."

"Uwah? Hey, wait! My hat. Give that back! Master!"

When asked about sex:

"Oh, I can't rightly say. I mean, I've slept with men and women alike. There's usually not much difference, both are fine for me." d'Eon spoke with no hint of embarrassment, though the time they were from was, well, a different time. Different norms. d'Eon was much more embarrassed by their lack of clothes, not even having a hat to hide behind, considering that Master had stolen theirs.

"..."

"Who would I like to have sex with? Ah… Lady Marie, maybe? Charles-Henri is a good friend, but that is all. Erm… Astolfo? Though he's a bit of a pervert… come to think of it, are all of Charlemagne's paladins like that? Roland and Astolfo certainly are. You know, so is Charles-Henri, now that I think about it." d'Eon sighed and cradled their head in their hand. "Is it my lot in life to be surrounded by perverts?"

"..."

d'Eon smirked cheekily. "Well of course that includes you, Master. You've ordered me to strip naked and tell you about who I'd like to have sex with. You most certainly qualify… hey, wait, come back here with my clothes! ...Yes, I do have a spare pair, but it's a maid outfit, which is most certainly not befitting… besides those clothes were given to me by Lady Marie! Ah! My hat too? Master!"