It's the Principal

"Mrs. Byrd, what a pleasant surprise," said Megan, smiling at the principal.

Even with her dark skin, it was clear that Lavinia Byrd was red in the face. "Listen, young lady, I-I don't care what kind of magic you possess --"

"I wish you could only talk in a sexy voice," Megan said, adding, "With a British accent."

"-- but I can't even tell you how inappropriate this is --" Her voice had gone from shrill to breathy, in addition to the change in accent, incongruous coming out of a 50-something Black woman who'd spent almost her entire life in the U.S. It sounded like an invitation and not a threat when she purred, "So tell me why I shouldn't kick you out of this school right now, after you reverse what you've already done."

Megan responded, "Because I wish you would transform into a MILF porn star who'll join in on the daylong scene with Arthur and Jasmine."

The principal quickly youthened, her close-cropped gray hair exploding outward and tumbling down into a waterfall of coarse black curls, most of the wrinkles smoothing out of her dark-chocolate skin, the fat around her midsection redistributing upwards and downwards to give her truly impressive tits and ass, her dress reweaving itself into something that looked more appropriate for a cocktail party than a school.

Lavinia looked a bit dazed after the transformation, and Megan took advantage of the confusion to grab her by the wrist and pull her into the studio while exiting with a cheerful "Enjoy!" Out in the hallway, Megan checked to make sure a few magical hovering drone cameras had followed before she closed the studio door behind her. Normally, after she did the morning announcements, she'd go to her homeroom -- but, of course, she could now do anything she wanted.