"So far so good!" Kylie said, gazing at the girls on stage. "We have a nearly nude belly dancing Jasmine, and a masturbating Sleeping Beauty! What else hmm? Shall we have a stripping Cinderella?" The boy who had become Cinderella stepped back. "No? Then how about a prostitute Esmeralda?" The girl blanched. "Again no? You really shouldn't be so picky! Fine then I'll just have to pick who's next myself." She raised a hand and swiveled a pointed finger along the line. She whirled around and faced the crowd. Heads swiveled in the direction she pointed. Near one of the back walls stood a man, far too old to be a student.
"Mr. Devlin, front and center!" The middle aged basketball coach pushed through the crowd. "I can't believe I forgot about you! You are as much a part of the team as any of them right? It seems appropriate that a team player be the first changed chaperon of the night!" The coach loomed above Kylie, eyes angry and threatening. "Oh don't be such a spoiled sport!" Kylie gave him a gently slap on his cheek. Rage flared into his already beat red face and he swung. His fist smashed into the steel barrier that stood for only a split second between the two.
He clutched his broken hand to his chest and backed off. "You really should learn to control yourself Mr. Devlin. This doesn't have to be so.. unpleasant." He only glowered back at her. She shrugged.
"You are such a fierce fighter eh? Well lets not change that!" She stepped forward and kicked the big man in the balls. He fell to his knees, all the air expelled from his body. Leather wrapped around his chest as he fell, a leather kilt falling to his knees. His black hair grew but was whipped up in a tight bun atop his head. A sword appeared on his studded leather belt. Slowly the coach pulled himself back to his feet. He seemed even bigger wearing the armor and sword than he had before.
"Impressive! You look like a real warrior now... but wait? How did the song go again? How could I make a man out of you, wasn't it? Very good question, because there is clearly no way!" Kylie snapped her fingers. Coach Devlin ripped the sword from its sheath and started forward but faltered. He had started to shrink. He struggled to hold the sword he had just pulled free with such ease. His muscles deflated all over his body. The armor felt far to heavy to walk in, let alone to fight in. His chiseled jaw became pointed, lips full, eyes slightly slanted. He loosened the straps of the chest-piece and let it fall to the stage. Beneath two petite milk white breasts were revealed. When the kilt fell down around his ankles it was quite obvious Mr. Devlin was no longer such a manly man. A dark bush covered her pussy, curly and thick.
"Oh don't worry! Mulan is still a very good warrior! Although.. we are a little passed that stage aren't we?"
Kylie stepped forward and planted a wet kiss on the young Asian girls pink lips. Devlin's hair fluttered around her head, and was tied in two cute pigtails, each with a small yellow ribbon. The armor vanished and in its place a checkered skirt and white blouse unbuttoned to mid chest hugged the Asian girl. A sucker appeared between her lips. On her back a small fuzzy Hello Kitty backpack appeared. Black glossy shoes and whit stockings wrapping the small white legs to the knees appeared next.
"I figured the slutty school girl would serve you wonderfully Coach! Since you have spent your whole life in a school anyway.. all sixteen years of it!" The young girl blushed. "Well lets have a curtsy at least." Devlin complied. Beneath the checkered skirt she wore no underwear and her hairy cunt was completely visible. Devlin started toward the line of Disney girls but Kylie stopped her.
"Oh no, not done with you yet. That's not quite a good enough change yet! Let's get one of the original girls involved shall we? I'll let you pick..."