Mike looked at the gun for a second, ready to point it at himself and give him the physique he always wanted. Rippling abs, huge biceps, the works. But then, with the entire assembly full of his slaves watching him raptly, he paused. Is that the physique he always wanted?
Mike put down the gun for a second and began to disrobe. It felt weird stripping in front of the entire school, but then, lots of things had been weird today already, and he knew they were going to get weirder. Once he was naked, he picked up the gun again. He closed his eyes, imagined the perfect physique, and fired.
Mike had realized: he didn't want to be a king. He wanted to be a Queen. He loved the female form and the thought of having a woman's physique sounded perfect to him. But he couldn't transform himself into a girl his own age; that would be a princess, not a queen. He was here to rule. So the body he had in mind was still womanly, with large breasts, an hourglass figure, and, of course, a beautifully clean and waxed pussy. But it was a little older, maybe late thirties. Mike still loved it though. The change was instantaneous, and as soon as he fired the gun, he looked down at his new body. It looked exactly like what he wanted. It just felt right. He was a Queen now.
Unfortunately, he was still a naked Queen. "Subjects!" he shouted, surprisingly himself with his new, high-pitched female voice. "Bring me clothing fit for a Queen!" The drama club kids rushed off to find regal robes for their new ruler, and his homeroom teacher from last year Mrs. Henderson turned out to have the exact same bra size as Mike the Queen now. That was great; Mrs. Henderson had fantastic tits. He ordered ten of his hottest female subjects to pull down their pants and hike up their skirts, and he had the one with the sexiest panties take those off too and hand them over. It was a little weird wearing someone else's dirty underwear, but since the panties came from one of the hottest girls in the school, Mike didn't mind. In fact, it was kind of hot. Now that Mike knew his bust size, he directed those ten girls to go find the hottest bras, panties, and other outfits they could, whether they owned them themselves or had to buy or steal them, and bring them back to him by any means necessary.
By that time one of the drama kids had returned with a purple robe from wardrobe. It looked ridiculous and was way too big for Mike's new figure, but it would have to do for now. He could figure out the Queen's fashion sense later. Now it was time to figure out what to do next.