Just then Richard Miller, the assistant principal, came around the corner of the hallway. Mr. Miller was in his early 30s but was already slightly balding. He saw the new Sam and Melissa walking awkward as if they had no control of their bodies but had visible distress on their faces. Sarah stood there with a smirk on her face.
"Sarah, what is going on here? Are you causing problems?"
"No, Mr. Miller. I am fixing problems."
Mr. Miller gave a confused but concerned look. "And just what problems are you fixing? I don't want to hear any of your excuses. We have had conversations with you before about how you talk to other students. What is wrong..."
Sarah interrupted "The problem is you MISTER Miller. You think you are so great and powerful just because you are the ASSISTANT principal and only in your 30s. I think it is time to adjust your attitude and help you find a better fit here at this school."
Mr. Miller went to speak but found himself unable. It was like someone had frozen his vocal cords. He tried to reach up to his throat but his arms were frozen too. "Richard, Richard please be patient. I have to have some time to do my work on you."
At this point all of Mr. Miller's clothes disappeared. He was standing completely naked in the hallway and managed to eek out a scared look on his face. "First of all, that tiny cock and balls needs to go." Slowly, Mr. Miller's penis started to recede into his body. All of his pubic hair stayed as the tip disappeared behind black tangled hair. After another moment, a faint slit could be seen behind the thick pubic hair on Mr. Miller's crotch. "Ah there we go. Now let's give your body a little more...personality." Mr. Miller started to panic. He could feel his body twisting. He wasn't a tall man to being with, but he could feel himself shrinking. His arms and legs contracted, becoming smaller and smoother. It felt like his whole body was under pressure as his waist narrowed and his hips widened. "Getting closer...I think close enough we can call you MISS Miller now." Miller now had the body of a women (albeit a very hairy one) but still his old head. His scalp started to itch. His bald patch filled in and long brown hair came down his sides. His face smooched together forming a feminine look. The last change was on his chest. Miller felt weight grow as two firm breasts made their appearance. "Tsk, tsk, MISS Miller, it looks like you forgot to shave. Let me help you out with that." His armpits started to feel funny as all the hair disappeared and his legs became smooth as silk.
At this moment Miller regained control over his body. He was stunned and speechless. He looked down at himself. Between two mounds of flesh was a flat but very hairy crotch. "I will let you decide if you want to shave your pussy, and yes that is what that is. After all, a lady of your age tends to be a bit more modest." Miller looked up and said "Age?" Sarah replied "Oh, yes. Assistant principals tends to be a bit more...mature." Miller looked at his hands. Wrinkles were starting to form. He could feel his body becoming less toned. A small amount of fat built up around his belly. And then he felt it. His firm new breasts started to sag...sag quite a bit. "Ya I am not sure...a woman of your age with those saggy tits? Why even bother shaving your pussy? I would buy a few dildos just in case you get...you know...lonely." Mr. Miller has just changed genders and nearly doubled in age.
"Ok, now that we got you a body more appropriate to your position let's get you dressed. No one wants to see an old hag naked in the hallways here. Miller's saggy breasts were then lifted up by a bra. He could feel the straps clasp around his back. There were straps around his hips as well. Those belonged to his new panties. It was a matching black lace set. "See MISS Miller, you can still have nice things in old age. Just remember, from now on you need to wear a bra with good support. You don't want those tits slapping around now do you?" Soon more foreign feelings were coming to the old Mr. Miller. Black panty hose covered his legs and ran all the way up to his belly. A very professional looking grey skirt appeared next with a teal blouse tucked neatly in. Miller could feel himself be lifted up a couple of inches with high heels and then a matching gray jacket ran up both his arms. His hair finally was styled very neatly and a generous helping of makeup was added to try to conceal his true age.
"Miss Rita Miller, don't you look smart and professional in that skirt suit." The new Rita just stared at herself. "Why, Sara?" "Because you were always a bitch to me...I think with a little age and grace you will now make a wonderful assistant principal. Let me get you started."
Rita looked up "Started? I don't know what I am supposed to do now!" Sarah just gave a little smile "Maybe you had too much coffee this morning for you little body there. Why don't you go down the hallway to the WOMEN'S bathroom and take a little piss? Remember, you are a lady now. No standing for you. Hope you figure out how to get out of all those layers of fancy new clothes I gave you in time."
Ms. Miller's eyes got even wider and spun around to run to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to move in heels and immediately feel over. She flailed a bit as she tried to get up wearing completely foreign clothing. "Ew, Ms. Miller. Ladies shouldn't show everyone what is up their skirt. Have some modesty and keep your legs together."
Sarah wondered for a moment if the new Ms. Miller would know how to control her new plumbing in order to not wet herself. But it was only for a moment. She could see a wet spot forming in the front of her skirt as she finally regained balance. Better move on to someone else...can't watch an old woman piss herself all day.
