Take the uniform.

You resist the palpable pull of his dark desire and stammer. "I'd like the uniform please, sir." He snorts dismissively and tosses the school uniform down to you. You hurriedly start with the white, dress shirt, with attached clip on tie, hoping to cover your bare breasts. You feel your nipples ache with toothache sweet pangs as the material rubs against them. Your breast begin to sink inside you and you heave a sigh relief as you realize the magic works.

You slip on the plain navy pants, wondering why there isn't underwear but not wanting to know the answer and grow a little calmer as your ass deflates and your tail disappears, but it's strange. It's like you can feel all the features desire to return and bare themselves as the Dean continues to stare derisively down at you. You try to push such thoughts out of your head, telling yourself you'll eventually learn how to control your powers. Hopefully, one day you can even learn to look as demonically dominant as the Dean. You slip on plain, almost black shoes and the Dean bellows. "OKAY. YOU GET THE GIST. YOUR DORM IS ROOM B101. YOUR BUNK BUDDY WILL HELP EXPLAIN THE REST. NOW HURRY!"

You bolt out of the room before you get him any angrier and frantically search for signs that lead you to your dorm. Luckily since class hasn't started, the halls are mostly absent the nightmare creatures that you dread will find you, pin you down, and...well you REALLY don't want to imagine the last part. Especially since your new, slutty body, will just want to transform into their perfect prey. Luckily the few students you do see, look mostly normal, if not of slightly larger proportions than average. You guess its the uniform at work, making every one look human by default.

You finally find your room. You pause for a moment as you hear moaning behind the door. You open it gingerly...