Crystal was walking through the hallway towards her gym class; the other girls had different classes. She made eye contact with the school’s biggest tomboy, Kat, as she felt her protective charm heat up once again.
“This must be another girl. Gemma told me there were four and one was a teacher, so this’ll make it easier I guess.” Crystal thought to herself.
She watched as Kat’s short hair turned a midnight black and became much more stylized with perfectly cut bangs. Kat’s skin lost the golden tan it had and became a flawless milky white. A bit of her toning disappeared, though no one would ever question the girl’s obvious strength.
Kat’s makeup changed to be more goth-ish, though it was still lighter than most of the other girls. The fire in her bright green eyes softened a bit, her default expression and demeanor being much more relaxed than before. Her outfit changed, too, becoming a black latex dress that hugged her large rear and showed a healthy amount of cleavage. A pair of heeled leather boots completed her look.
The glaze gone from her eyes, Kat looked towards where Crystal had been, but Crystal had slipped away to her gym class.
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Crystal arrived to her gym class and immediately started working out. She no longer felt lethargic in gym; it was as if, since her “transformation,” she could exercise without restraint. However, Crystal could feel a pair of lustful eyes focused on her. As she ran a lap around the gym, she realized it was coach crystal.
“…she’s not part of it, is she? It’d be kind of weird if we were both named crystal.” Crystal thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt the crystal heat up once more. Crystal realized immediately what the change was - Coach Crystal was now Coach Clarissa.
“Woah. Maybe I should be careful. After this I need to do some serious research.” Crystal thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Coach Clarissa had started her change. Crystal couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The coach’s long hair had turned a bright blue and it was stylized in pigtails. The Coach looked much younger, around 20, her lips expanding a bit as well. The heavy makeup she’d been wearing was now black, along with some winged eyeliner. Her skin was much paler, a porcelain white that was almost radiant. She was still wearing workout gear, but it was all black.
Crystal was a bit more disturbed than usual; would the school really allow such an… alternative looking teacher?
The bell rang, and Crystal (against her growing arousal) ignored the sexy look Coach Clarissa was giving her.
She had to go to the library.