As the Dark Abbess moved through the athletic building, the growing vines dimmed the daylight streaming in. She paused at Coach Sinclair's office, she raised her long nailed hand, her ring glowed again. She smiled wickedly, as she resumed walking. The coach would get an apt reward for his failure. She briefly considered that someone else might go into the coach's office before him, but that was that person's misfortune.
Myron was wheeling a bin of clean towels from the laundry, when he saw the Dark Abbess.
"Ma'am, women aren't allowed in here," he scolded, "Are you looking for the Drama Department?" he asked eyeing her odd dress, "It's over by the audito-"
She raised her hand and smirked saying, "I go where I like. Now be silent and slither off to annoy a son of Adam!" Her ring flashed red and green.
Myron let out a muffled shriek, as his body stiffened and he fell backwards on to the hard floor. She walked pass the bin of towels and looked down at the immobilized terrified young man. She waved her hand, and his clothing was ripped off him instantly. Shreds of cloth littered the hallway. She smiled. She enjoyed watching her handiwork. She admired the scaly pattern covering Myron's bare skin. She was surprised he was enjoying his transformation, or at least he seemed to be. He was sporting a decent erection. Of course, it didn't last. Myron's cock and balls shrank as they were absorbed into his lengthening torso. His bones creaked and sinews snapped, as his human skeleton and musculature reshaped into a serpent's. His legs and arms were shrinking into his body too. He hissed softly trying to speak. His now forked tongue darted from his lips. For Myron, it seemed as though hours of agony passed, but in truth he was converted from man to snake in about 90 seconds.
At last he could move, and he slithered away as fast as his muscles would carry him. He darted through an open door and into Coach Perez' office. The witch continued on her way.
She passed out the Men's Wing, and into the main lobby of the Athletic Center. A woman approached her before she could exit the building.
The woman came right towards her. Griselda narrowed her eyes, who was this mortal? Was she going to challenge her? She clenched her fist.
"Well met, sister," said the woman with a nod of her head in small bow.
Griselda eyed her suspiciously.
"But the moon is not yet risen?" continued the woman uncertainly.
"Things are in motion that cannot wait for tides or moonrise," the Dark Abbess replied cautiously. Was this another of her coven? Had her arrival been anticipated? Or was this an enemy? Perhaps an alcolyte? There didn't seem to be any magic about her, or perhaps it was just well concealed? Or she was cursed? Perhaps this woman's magic only worked during the full moon? She had heard of that curse before.
The woman seemed to be made anxious by the Dark Abbess' response.
"Uh, things in motion? Oh, my? What can I do?"
"I don't know," said the High Witch raising an eyebrow, "What can you do? You don't seem to have a lot of magic?"