The students were not happy at this change. They already were going to live for centuries and they certainly did not want to spend that time as little girls. An older jock stood up and shouted “over my dead body,” and grabbed a wand of his own.
The Dean fired her gun, but the student quickly stopped the bullet with a spell.
“Fine, if the painful way won’t work, then the punishment will be worse,” the Dean said, pulling out two pink wands, one in each hand. Former professors, (now girls from 14 to 20), appeared out of nowhere.
Spells started flying everywhere, with many students fighting back, many fleeing, and many getting transformed. The lucky students were transformed into girls. They were able to join on the side of the changed professors. The unlucky ones turned into skirts, dresses, shoes, or hair accessories. Among these unlucky few was the original student to stand up to the dean, who is now a ribbon tied to the back of the Dean’s hair.
Meanwhile the professors were better at avoiding spells, despite being at a disadvantage in numbers. The professors that did get hit were turned into masculine men, some returning to their former form. Some of the reverted professors joined with the students, and others got transformed back into girls in the crossfire.
Needless to say, it was chaos.