Jasmine and Asuka shuddered as they hugged each other, mortified at the withered woman staring them down in silence, their aroused nips jutting out as the woman just... did nothing.
“Hey! Get out!!!!” Jasmine said as she frantically put her bra on and tossed her girlfriend her panties.
“Yeah, my girlfriend’s gonna kick your ass, granny!!!!” Asuka yelled she put her shirt back on.
The woman stood there silently, staring through them.
“Hey! I said-“ Jasmine started as the woman slid across the floor like a hockey puck.
The girls screamed in shock as the phantom tapped their foreheads.
The screams went silent as they stood at attention.
“Yes headmistress, we are going to the graduation hall now....” Jasmine and Asuka droned as they slowly walked away.
With two of her “graduates” taken care of, the phantom headmistress floated through the walls hunting down any other unlucky soul in her path. As soon as they were all gathered to collect their diplomas, their old selves would be permanently erased, and the sanctity of the school maintained.
“This isn’t funny, George!!!!” A guy’s voice yelled.
Another boy daring to trespass in the girls’ dorms?
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Roger banged on the door frantically.
He’d heard strange things in a nearby room; Adam lead them in to look for Jayden when they split up and got trapped in some of the rooms. He could’ve sworn Adam yelled “My hair! My muscles! My... ass?!”
Then there were groans than faded away as a girl’s voice said “What the hell?! No, those aren’t tits! That’s not me in the mirror! I’m not a chick, it’s all a dream!!!!”
“Adam, when I get out of here I’m calling your Mom!” Roger yelled hoping it would scare his friend into calling off this stupid prank.
He figured it when he heard a girl cry out for Jayden.
Suddenly a hand tapped him on the shoulder.
“Okay, you’d better have a good... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Roger screamed as he got his glasses slapped off by a scrawny old lady.
“What the hell?! What the hell?!”
He frantically felt around the floor for his glasses and felt a surge of electricity shoot from it.
He bolted up, freezing like a statue as his vision suddenly turned clear.
“Why can I see?!” Roger panicked, “W-Why can’t I m-m-move?!”
He gasped audibly as his short black hair suddenly grew down past his shoulders.
“What the- ah.... ahhhhh- AHHHHHH!!!!”
His nipples perked up as two big fleshy mounds erupted from his chest.
“Wait am I actually *cough* am I a*cough cough* woah!!!!” Roger yelled as his voice got high and nasally.
“Omigawd, what the fuck?!” He yelled; a nearby mirror showed that he had the face and upper body of a girl about eighteen years old.
“Did I just say Omigawd?” Roger asked as he noticed what he was holding and suddenly felt his limbs moving on their own and walking him to a closet full of shockingly intact clothes.
He had no control as he threw his clothes in a heap and proceeded to put on a bra and panties before pulling a shirt or top over his head as his other hand pulled something up his legs.
His head popped out as he uncontrollably walked towards the mirror before him.
“Omigawd I look like...”