German Class, soon to be Japanese Class

Grant walked into Mr. Dart's German Class like a normal human being would. He'd given up on the cowboy strut halfway here, since it had slowed him down by at least 60%, and he was getting impatient.

The bell had run at some point during Grant's stroll through the halls, so class had already started. When Grant walked in, Mr. Dart was standing in the front, with an open textbook in his hands. He didn't look happy to see Grant.

The students in their desks all turned at Grant's entrance. They also had textbooks open, though not all to the correct pages. One guy had a comic book within the textbook, hidden from Mr. Dart's view. They didn't seem to care one way or another to see Grant.

A white cat named Streusel was playing with a toy mouse on Mr. Dart's desk in the corner of the room. She didn't seem to care about anyone or anything, save the mouse. Grant loved Streusel. Easily the best part of his entire High School career.

The cat's owner, Mr. Dart, spoke up. He had a deep voice, which didn't seem to match his thin build and shoulder length black hair.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Dale-Cooke? I don't have you until 4th period." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "If you're skipping your 1st period, I'm gonna have to drag you to principals office."

"Mr. Dart, I just wanted to tell you that your class is hot garbage, and that I love Streusel so much that I'm going to give her super powers."

"Wh-... what?"

Not missing a beat, Grant pulled the remote from his pocket, pointed it at Streusel, and pressed the Button. There was a beep, a flash of static around Streusel, and then the cat reappeared. Now, however, there was a black star on her forehead.

Mr. Dart closed the textbook in his hands and followed the direction of Grant's pointing remote to the cat. He stared, then raised an eyebrow. "Does... your toy remote shoot black stars or something? What's the point of that?" He sighed, and began walking towards Grant. "Come on, let's get you to the Principal already."

Cease these hostilities at once, human! The world needs you, you don't have time to waste waylaying handsome young men with magic remotes!

The voice wasn't audible, but it spoke to the minds of everyone present, student and teacher alike. Mr. Dart looked around in confusion as the students started muttering .

"What was that? Did you hear that?" "Yeah, I heard it. I think we're, like, psychic now." "Naw dude, that was subliminal messaging, had to be." "But we all noticed it, that doesn't even make sense?" "Hey guys, I'm getting strong anime vibes from this situation. Just wanted to throw that in there." "Shut up, guy-who's-hiding-his-comic-book-in-his-textbook."

"Everyone quite down!" Mr. Dart barked. "Who said that just now?"

I did, of course.

Grant helpfully tapped Mr. Dart on the shoulder and pointed behind him. "Super powers, man, I already told you. Keep up." Mr. Dart turned.

Streusel the cat, now be-starred in the forehead, was floating 3 feet in the air above Mr. Dart's desk, it's paws limply hanging down as her green eyes dug into Mr. Dart's very soul. The squeaky mouse toy was clamped firmly in her mouth, too.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," Mr. Dart observed.

I have been granted powers beyond mortal ken! Behold, my owner, as I bestow you with the abilities of the Most Magical of Girls!!!!

"Oh shit, I knew it!" Comic-Book-Kid whispered.

Streusel's eyes flashed with a surge of pure light, and the black star on her forehead shot forth a beam of pure static, which struck Mr. Dart in the chest. He stumbled backwards, then rose into the air, arms and legs outstretched.

Then, _it _began.

With a burst of pink fire, Mr. Dart's professional shirt and slacks dissolved into nothingness, revealing his painfully mediocre naked silhouette to all around him, framed by the pink flames. Then, the pink flames began to push into him, and he changed!

The first to change was the skin; as the pink flames danced across him, Mr. Dart's skin began to glisten and shine, suddenly free from all aging and hair below the neck. The pink flames swirled around his hips, which suddenly pushed outwards gracefully, followed closely by his posterior, which bounded forth into a beautiful bountiful butt. His thighs and feet shifted too as the flames circled, becoming perfectly thick and petite, respectfully.

The pink flames flew upward, past Mr. Dart's torso and to his face. Each lick of the flame made one change after another: a thin and graceful neck, a cute little nose, vibrant crystal blue eyes which were wide with confusion, plucked and arched eyebrows, and two perfectly plump pink lips, which were parted in a shocked gasp. His sweaty shoulder length black hair suddenly fell to his waist with a heavy phlumph, and had changed to a shining blonde in the glance of an eye.

The flames gave him no respite, however. They rushed past those perfectly parted lips, pushing further in and in and _in. _With a comical bwoop sound, his waist caved in to a cartoonish size while two boobies bounced from his chest: two massive jugs that wibbled and wobbled like Jell-O.

The pink fire retracted from Mr. Dart's moist lips, then danced downwards once more for the final transformation. Mr. Dart's flaccid penis looked out of place on the shining beacon of femininity before all the students. The flames agreed, and gathered around this last piece of the man like a hurricane of fire. Then it pushed inward, making Mr. Dart's wide baby blue eyes cross and his thin eyebrows raise. And it pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and

*pop*

it penetrated.

When the flames retreated, a perfect little pussy was all that remained.

The now fully beguiling and fully female Ms. Dart floated there for a moment, bare to the world and all of her students, blue eyes still crossed, pink lips still parted in a silent gasp of sensation.

Then the flames finished their dance, settling onto Ms. Dart's form, and morphing into clothing for the new girl. Her feet slipped into two white high-heeled Mary-Janes, with light blue knee-socks decorated by white ribbons along the sides. The pink flames settled into a short blue pleated skirt with white petticoats underneath , and a white blouse featuring a large blue bow on top of her massive boobies. Her hair, previously loose, was tied behind her head in a big bow-like ribbon, with the two trailing pigtails ending with white ribbons of their own.

Grant grinned to himself, then started to sneak backwards while everyone was distracted.

The beautiful girl, now bedecked in uniform, fell to the ground, and her eyes suddenly snapped into focus. Almost unnaturally quick, her gasp turned to a perfect grin, her left hand rested on her protruding hip, her right hand made a peace sign in front of her eyes, and her left leg kicked back girlishly. In a syrupy sweet soprano that was ripped right out of *insert anime here*, she addressed the class before her:

"Konichiwa, minna! Ditsy Diamond Dart, present and accounted for! Are you guys ready to learn Anime-Talk with me?"

The class of seniors looked on with wide eyes.

Then the cat spoke again.

They are not yet ready, owner Ditsy Diamond. I will prepare them.

Streusel's eyes glowed once more, and she shot Comic-Book-Kid with the same static beam between the eyes.

In the resulting scramble of terror, the few students lucky enough to even make it to the door were unlucky to find it had been locked from the outside somehow. And through the glass pane in the door, they saw Grant striding away outside with a pep in his step, remote in hand, presumably whistling like a maniac.

"Yoooosh, let's begin!!!"

• The cat Streusel is now a Magical Cat capable of shooting a beam of static that transforms people into Magical Girls, also forcing them to act like one.
• Also, Grant used the remote to lock the door from the outside. So there's that.