"Hm, what do we have here? Looks like there might be a hot young woman running around without her pjs?" cooed Jonathan as he bent over the red skanty lace negligee that hung on the doorknob of Sigma Eta Chi's trap.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" wailed Michelle, ne Mike.
He paused.
"Those bitches at MOM, they know we're supposed to be quiet. Now they've got one of those little baby boys sobbing. To attract all the male meat in the house to their diaper party!" griped Cassy.
"That's not a baby boy, Cass, that's a baby girl crying."
"How do you know?"
"You can tell if you listen carefully. It's a girl baby."
"Hm? Do you suppose their spell backfired and they babified themselves? Or perhaps all these years they've been changing the men in to baby girls?"
"I don't know, but your right about the noise this one never picked up the bait, he's running to the wailing infant."
"Then we better silence the noisy brat!"