The young witch walked into the history class, walking towards the front of the room as the middle-aged man at the desk looked up.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, setting down his pen.
"I think you can," Kathryn smiled, "I'm going to need this classroom for today." Kathryn set her hands on the desk and leaned towards the man.
"For what?" the teacher asked, shuffling a little in his seat, strangely uncomfortable.
"Well," she giggled, "whatever I want, really. See, I'm a witch, and I aim to have some fun with the students here."
The teacher stood up, both confused by what the woman had said and physically sick. "I don't feel so good," he mumbled.
"Ya, I'm already having fun with you."
The man fell to his knees and let out a loud groan as his body started to change. His nose turned black as whiskers pushed from his upper lip. His hair turned reddish orange and began to cover the rest of his head. His ears grew pointed and migrated to the top of his head.
"Wha," He mumbled through clenched teeth, "what...what"
"What's happening?" the witch spoke for him, walking around the desk. "You're becoming my little fox."
"Fox?" the man cried out as a tail ripped from his pants, growing large and fluffy. He fell forward, his hands morphing into paws as soon as they hit the ground. His face pushed out into a muzzle as his entire body shrank. After a few seconds, a small fox struggled out of the pile of torn clothing on the floor.
The witch calmly leaned down and ran a hand through the furry head of the fox. For a moment, the creature cringed, but slowly, a strange calmness came over the fox.
"Good pet, now, off with you until later," with a wave of her hand, the fox faded from view, sent back to the house to wait for his mistress.
"Now, what to do?"