A promise is a promise. Raven will deal with it herself.

Raven had sworn not to mention Starfire's problem to anyone. As far as Beast Boy knew, the transformation was her fault and that's how it would stay. Raven sighed and put her clothes on.

"C'mon, get dressed," Raven sighed, "I don't need you tempting me while I'm trying to cure you." Beast Babe winked and wiggled her tits. "What, with these?" she teased. Two could play that game. Raven nodded. "Yes, those. In fact, the more you tempt me, the more I like them. Maybe you should keep them instead," Raven stated, the threat clear. Beast Babe quickly got dressed. Grabbing the a book off the shelf, Raven began skimming through it. After a while, Beast Babe started getting impatient.

"Find it yet?" she asked, sounding bored. "No." came the stern reply. Two minutes passed. "How about now?" Raven clenched the book tighter. "No." A minute thirty. "Now?" "No." One minute. "Now?" "...actually, yes." "Really?" Raven slammed the book closed. "No. Now shut up, damn it," she snapped, "This takes TIME." Finally Raven found a suitable spell. She cleared her throat.

"Alright, stand still, Beastie," she ordered. "Why do you keep calling me that?" Beast Babe asked. Raven shrugged. "I'm sure as hell not calling you "Beast Boy" with those tits, am I? Now hold still. Ahem. Pu kcuf ylbaborp lliw lleps siht!" Raven's hand glowed as black energy shot out toward Beast Babe. As it struck, she could see changes happening.