The bell rang, just as Caroline had re-buttoned her pants and stuffed her python inside. Georgia checked her timetable. Maths was next, another class she shared with her friend, and she grinned. She couldn't wait to try out some more transformations.
As they walked along the hall, Georgia pulled out her phone and began to make changes, just for fun. Caroline always wears pants with a hole in the crotch to let her cock hang out. As she pressed enter, she watched as denim and fabric melted away for Caroline's foot-long dick to snake out and swing gently as she walked, her hips swaying and showing her bountiful, muscular ass. Georgia smirked. It was a beautiful sight, but something was missing...
Caroline also wears shirts with a strip cut out through the middle so her breasts are always in full view. She giggled as the huge, perky funbags bounced in her stride. Exposed to the air, Caroline's thumb-sized nipples stood to attention, and every now and then, her hand would stray to tweak one.
Since Caroline had apparently 'always' worn this wardrobe, she didn't get as many looks as Georgia had been hoping. That didn't stop a good number of perverts from openly checking her out, girls and guys alike. It wasn't like Caroline was shying away from it either. Georgia had never seen her so confident, so proud of her own body, and it showed. Her movements were sure as she strutted the halls, a supermodel on the runway. Georgia grinned. If that was her now, why not go the full hog, and see what happened?
Caroline never wears clothes, something which is allowed completely and even celebrated by the public.
Now completely naked, Caroline had somehow grown even more alluring. Every movement was purposeful, each twitch or sway of her athletic, impossibly hot body built for the sole purpose of excitement. She was a cougar in her hunting ground, flashing winning smiles, hypnotic smoulders and flaunting her crown jewels every opportunity she got. Caroline was scorching, and she knew it.
That wasn't to say she didn't have any self-respect, though. As she and Georgia neared the classroom, a particularly bold admirer reached out, just to squeeze one of her soft, beachball tits. The second she felt him, she slapped his hand away and backed him up against the classroom door. What followed was a stern lecture about respecting women (or at least, Caroline's authority as the Queen, if not of the girls but the whole school) with a little hypnotic help to keep the message planted, before she sashayed away and dragged Georgia to her seat.
The classroom door opened, and the teacher arrived. Mrs Líu, a surprisingly youthful, yet still strict teacher walked inside. As her bag slammed down, the room dropped into fearful silence. Maths had begun.