Ms. Cauley leads you away from the other women, into a space that looks like one of those really old dressing rooms that you see in theaters. Once inside, she beckons you to close the door and lock it tight. She then sits and faces the mirror.
"I think it's time for a bit of truth, dear. By now, you must be curious. There's no medicine on this Earth that can make a boy's testicles churn out that much sperm. And surely you must want to know what happens next."
In all honesty, you really didn't have any questions that you wanted to ask her. Sure, it would be nice to know how you'd turned into Anjali, but other than that, nothing.
Ms. Cauley didn't seem to care.
"First thing you should know, my name is not Cauley. It is a name I have used many times before, but only as an alias, a cover. In fact, for all intents and purposes, I have no name."
She said this as she felt around the edges of her hair, which was cut into a bob with poofy edges. Suddenly, she found a corner and lifted it off her head, revealing that underneath, she was completely smooth.
"Much better. Now, have you ever read Ronald Dahl, Anjali? No? Then you clearly don't know what this means. It means I'm a witch. I used a little spell to feminize you, and turn your brother into my pet. You two belong to me now. Don't worry too much about Anson; his transformation will be complete soon. He'll be a proper anthro bull, ready to start mating. But first, we'll need to find him a mate. And that's where you come in."
By now, the witch was starting to ruffle through some drawers under the mirror. "Anjali, open that closet to your left."
Opening the closet, you found that inside, it was not only much bigger than it looked, but every inch was covered by all sorts of outfits and clothing. Some of it looked very old and you could even make out a bit of dust and cobweb scattered about.
The witch took something out of the drawer. "We have an appointment in an hour, so it's time to get dressed. We'll start by fixing up our faces."
She picked something up off the table and held it right in front of you. It was a face. The face of a white woman in her late 40's, it seemed, based on how the skin had some wrinkles but otherwise looked firm and youthful.
"Do you like it? Because I have another."
She handed you a much smaller mask, which was essentially just a copy but with no wrinkles.
"From this moment forward, I am your mother, and you are my daughter. I'm transferring you to Jackson Mathers, the private school one town over. There's a certain girl there who will soon be carrying your brother's offspring. You're going to bring her here. And then..."
The door opened. Your brother stood there on his hooves, his skin now thick brown leather, with a small ring in his nose. He bellowed softly, as if to beg for someone to come and jerk him off. The tip of his horns scratched the sides of the doorway.
The witch passed you a long blond wig with bangs and your school uniform, which included a tie. "Go and get ready, you have a long day ahead of you...Angelica."