Mrs. Muller is very impressed. "That is a really lovely costume. Full period detail, even down to the petticoats." She looked closely. "Wonderful. And you've been practicing your German so well. You sound like a native, my dear, with a wonderful accent, though a bit on the Austrian end."
"Yeah," said Steve, sitting next to her. "But you look like a total fucking freak."
"Deutsche, bitte," Mrs. Muller corrected. She didn't mind if they swore in class so long as it was in German."
Joella turned to Steve. "Du bist ein schweinhund!"
This was a terrible German insult, meaning "You are a pig-dog," but idiomatically, it was far worse than that. And magically, it was as well, as Steve's nose turned up and he grew tusks and he also got long floppy ears and his body grew longer and longer, sprouting a tail and fur, smashing his desk as suddenly a cross between a wild boar and a dachshund stood there on its stubby little trotters.
"Ach!" screamed Mrs. Muller.