The principal continued to leer, as he looked up and down Karyn's body. This made her angry enough to break herself out of her shock. "I am not a whore!" she yelled.
"Oh?" he asked, apparently amused by her statement.
Suddenly, Karyn began to freak out as she felt her clothing begin to shift and change. The dark blue sweatshirt she was wearing turned into a dark blue bare-midriff tube top, which helped to put her wished-up breasts on display; then her blue jeans shrunk and the pant legs merged together, forming a denim miniskirt, then the material turned to black leather; and then she watched in horror as her socks expanded into fishnet stockings and her sneakers turned into a pair of black 6-inch stiletto heels. She felt so humiliated, looking the way she did. She looked like some kind of slut or whore. And there was nothing she could do about it.
She looked up to see the principal smiling even more. "Not a whore, huh?" he asked.
"What's going on? How did my clothes do that?" she asked.
But instead of answering her, the principal just moved towards her and gave her ass a smack, saying "Time to get to class, bitch."
