Taggie unleashes the scepter on the three candidates

“Sure. This was my last delivery of the day anyway, can’t wait to see how this goes wrong.”

Kim leaned against the wall, opting to stay at the back of the crowd. Taggie and Delphi moved to the front of the massive elven mob, where a podium stood. Their three main rivals were up there.

Jasmine was waving and smiling at the public, her outfit comprised of a giant leaf that she wore like a toga. Margery was blowing kisses at the audience, she was back to wearing her colorful leafy skirt. Violet was also there, her elegant red dress made out of three enormous flower petals tied together. There were also two other candidates so boring in appearance that they warrant no further description.

Yep, all of Taggie’s (main) rivals had gathered in front of the whole college. The perfect opportunity to humiliate them in one go.

The purple-haired headmistress grabbed the wood mic. “Now everyone, you have your enchanted pens and paper with you. Write the name of the student you want to become your new…”

“We are running out of time. Use the scepter now!” Taggie told Delphi.

“O-ok, but how much power should we use?” Taggie stared at the stage. Viela stared back at her and winked… Crap, she knew!

“Viela knows! She must have something on her sleeve. Crank it to the max and go! Now!”

“O-ok!” Delphi twisted the ankh at the head of the scepter. The effects were immediate. All the leaves and foliage in the area turned orange and withered away.

Everyone’s clothes shriveled up and died, falling to the ground or scattering in the wind. The scepter rendered the whole institution naked in but an instant. A collective silence reined over the assembly, everyone slowly realizing what happened.

“Kyaaaa!” Jasmine broke the silence. A black, shriveled leaf now hanging around her heels. The scream called the attention of the whole college, and you could see her hot blush spread from the tip of her head, across her ears, and even reach down her shoulders.

The nerdy elf gripped each of her full breasts and then turned around to flee, tripping over her heels and mooning the assembly. To the surprise of no one, she still had tan lines over her unmentionables.

“Eeeck! Please don’t stare!” With Jasmine gone, the attention fell on the next person in line, Margery. Even the splashes of red paint on her fair skin didn’t compare to the intensity of her blush. Margery bunched up her glossy hair in front of her chest. It was long enough to reach down to her groin, so it was hard to tell where her normal hair ended and her “happy trail” began.

Her plan was doomed to failure anyway, it was a very windy day. The current kept blowing her hair astray, letting the whole congregation see her peachy nipples. There was no point in salvaging that shipwreck, Margery screamed before running out of the stage like Jasmine.

“Sure, this might as well happen.” The former headmistress said, dropping her mic and going back to her room for a nap. Her hourglass hips swayed with every step. “At least this is no longer my problem.”

Everyone else on the podium fled, save for Viela, who had the presence of mind to pack underwear underneath her rosy skirt. Normally, it would be a tad embarrassing to be in front of everyone in naught but small clothes, but these were special circumstances.