Morgana Doesn’t Like Mr. Davis’s Boner

Morgana shot Mr. Davis a glare. She had seen people like him before. Full of lust and negative energy. He wouldn’t do.

She raised her hand and before John could object she sent a bolt of magic into Mr. Davis’s chest. Ms. Green and no one else seemed to react to this.

Mr. Davis clutched at his chest. Two breasts bulging though his shirt, his buttons popping as they expanded. His tie slid in between them. Then his face began to change. The rugged good looks he had changed to soft feminine beauty. His hair grew to be long blonde hair.

“Morgana you can’t keep doing this,” John whispered.

“He was disgusting, a day as woman will set him right,” Morgana said, she let the magic continue to flow, removing the muscle Mr. Davis has with soft dainty limbs. The table lowered as his cock receded into his body creating a soft wet pussy. His clothes began to morph from a cheap polyester suit into a black evening gown. His tie shrinking to become a black choker around his neck.

Where once sat Mr. Davis now sat Miss. Davis, PE teacher and coach of the cheerleaders. She blinked as the new memories flooded her mind.

“You are both such a beautiful couple,” the woman said.

“Miss. Davis, we should let these two get up to the festivities,” Mrs. Green said, not acknowledging any difference. “And when they are gone I can meet you in the supply closet to get those... supplies.”

John shook his head not only did Miss Davis now exist, but her relationship with Mrs. Green was still intact.

Morgana smiled at her work and pulled John close to her as they walked to the elevator. They took it to the ballroom floor where everyone was already having fun dancing and eating.

“So this is how balls are held now a days,” Morgana said.