Peter walked into the classroom carrying his usual armful of books. He dropped them onto the desk and looked up, surprised to see a beautiful young woman rather than the older, sterner, Mr. Johnson. This, however, was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh, hello," he said, dropping his books on his desk and then walking over to Kathryn. He held out his hand for her to shake. "My name is Peter."
"I'm Kathryn," she replied. She could tell he was quite taken with the sight of her. "Tell me, are you usually the first one to class?"
"Yeah. Usually by a good five minutes or so. The rest tend to dawdle."
"Well, I feel I must reward such punctuality. Tell me, what is your wildest fantasy?" she asked.
For some odd reason, Peter felt compelled to be completely honest. The truth just spilled out of him, "Well, I've always fantasized about animal transformations. About me transforming into an animal."
"This is not a completely uncommon fantasy. Tell me, what sort of animal would you choose?"
Peter thought about this carefully for a moment before he knew his choice, inspired by the school mural. "I would want to be a muscular, strong black panther, with sharp fangs and a long rope-like tail. But I always envisioned myself as half-human, half-panther. But it's silly...it could never happen."
"I wouldn't be so sure," said Kathryn.
Peter suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his gut. He cried out and clutched his side. He slowly sat down on the floor.
"You see Peter, I'm a witch. I can make just about anything happen. For instance, I turned your teacher into a fox because he was rude to me. And now, I'm giving you your deepest desire, to turn into a half-human, half panther boy."
Peter looked down at his hands and watched as they slowly became covered with a soft, black fur. The fur continued up his forearms. He pulled off his shirt, watching as it grew in over his chest and shoulders. He could feel it growing on his back as well. Peter smiled at Kathryn.
"Come on, stand up and take a look at yourself in the mirror," said Kathryn, leading him over to the mirror over the sink in the classroom.
Peter was stunned to see himself in the mirror. His face was covered in the same soft black fur. His eyes had shifted from their usual green to a striking yellow. He watched as his top and bottom incisors grew out into sharp fangs and his face pushed out into a feline snout. Whiskers pushed out of either side of the snout and his ears, now pointed, migrated to the top of his head.
He reached around with a clawed, paw of a hand and ripped a hole for his newly grown tail to fit through. Peter pulled off his shoes and socks and watched at his feet reformed and became digigrade, resembling large hind paws. Peter let out a joyful growl of approval.
"I'm so glad you like it," replied Kathryn. "Now then, we have a class to teach. Come over here, jump up."
Kathryn gestured to the counter in the front of the class. Peter jumped up with the greatest of ease, thanks to his powerful new legs, and sat on his haunches, waiting for the other students to arrive, curious as to what surprises awaited them, aside from seeing one of their classmates was now an anthro panther, of course.