While being a centaur was fun, being taller than everyone is super fun, it didn’t allow for Christy to be sneaky. Christy had realized that fact when at lunch she had just finished giving a boy a vagina in place of his dick. After the fact, even with reality change on, people still looked at her weird, because to them she was pretending to shoot people with a toy gun. It was impossible to hide the fact that she was using the gun when she was in a crowded place, like the cafeteria, when she towered over people as a centaur.
There was no cheer practice after school today, so that gave Christy free time to transform some people before going home. There were a lot of student clubs that were doing activities now making it the perfect time to sneak around, after turning Christy’s body into a smaller form of course.
Christy turned her lower stallion half back into human, with Madison turning from cock into vagina, losing her human shape. Now Christy looked like a beautiful normal girl with huge GG breasts, far bigger than her normal C cups. It was due to Madison’s big bust migrating to Christy’s, so now Christy was very top heavy. Although Madison wasn’t humanoid any more, she made her presence known by flexing Christy’s vagina muscles and leaking juices in want.
With the transformation completed, Christy adventures through the school looking for people she could change.
First, Christy stumbled upon the fashion club, in which the majority were female. They were talking among themselves on designer clothes, drawing their own clothes, and sewing their own strange fashion clothes. Christy talked with some of the girls she knew and when nobody was looking, she blasted a few people before picking up the conversation again.
A junior club member was drawing a high fashion dress for the annual runway the club held in winter. Her arms morphed into long octopus like tentacles, with four more slime appendages sprouting from her shoulders. She leaned back to study her design before going back to add more holes in the dress for her extra arms, and adding a note to use slime proof fabrics.
A senior member was modeling her newly finished outfit which was reminiscent of the grunge style. She was chatting with her gremlins about the little fixes she could do when her skin took on a metallic sheen. She still acted normally but she did move like a doll with ball joints, it was kinda weirdly smooth yet stiff motions. She then took off her clothes to model for another club member’s outfit.
One of the few guys in the club was looking at clothes online with his phone, comparing his finds with the girl next to him. They were discussing ideas for that super height fashion, the weird stuff. Nothing happened to the guy or the girl because Christy didn’t shoot them with transformative rays, but they were talking about designing clothes that looked like male genitalia. That was strange.
A girl was feeling fabrics the club had on hand to make her custom pants with. A fat dick with fat balls spilled out of her stylish fashion approved short shorts. She rubbed the different clothes on her dick to see which one felt better making her sport a half chub. Penises are sensitive so she had a galaxy sized brain of using her’s to test
the appropriate fabrics.
A petite girl was chatting with her friend how she wished to have a model body to walk on on the runway. Her flat chest ballooned our way filling her shirt so that it was like a crop top instead of a normal shirt. She still didn’t have a tall model body, but at least she had a nice huge set of knockers.
Another guy in the club was playing around with a group of females pretending to walk the catwalk. It was funny watching him exaggerate strange ways of walking. He transformed into a girl, simple as that. She was tall and pretty now, and she made the laugh-inducing ways of fancy walking look good, much like a real fashion model.
Christy had her fun, and left the fashion club for the next club.
Christy walked the empty halls until she heard the sounds of chanting, she snuck a peek into the room where it was coming from.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and there was a sense of wrongness and fog that hung in the air. Five people in dark purple robes stood in a circle chanting unrecognizable words. A sixth person held a video recorder filming the ritual.
Christy noped out of there. She was not messing around with old magics. While she knew that her gun was of magical nature, it didn’t give off a dreadful aura like in the room. Plus she knew and had control over the gun. She left the scary club for another one, not seeing the flash of light coming from the room behind her.