You grin at Ms. Hendon, the bitch, as she approaches you. You walk right up to her and say, "Ms. Hendon, you're a bitch, a slutty bitch." She tilts her head to the side as fur begins to sprout from her body, her face distending as she says, "Of course I am, but that has nothing to do with your detention." Her face continues to distend as her body is covered with fur and an extra set of breasts pump out from under her shirt. "I don't have a detention."
Ms. Hendon's change completes leaving her a six-breasted anthro wolf as she says, "Of course not." And walks off to terrorize or seduce someone else.
What now?