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The hall rang with the din of conversation, discussion, and the occasional argument. Garrett sat on the end of a long oak table, scribbling notes as he went over his worn enchantment textbook. It was one of his rare breaks between classes, but Garrett had some catching up to do. He’d recently missed a few classes and was on thin ice with the administration at Begrimes-Clo Academy.
"Hello, little piglet!" A shadow fell across Garrett's notes, the honeyed voice sending goosebumps running up his spine. "Still with us, I see. That is a pleasant surprise. The headmistress looked quite cross with you yesterday."
Garrett looked up at the vision standing before him, Vivienne Lovelett. Her golden curls bounced slightly as she talked, the crimson gem on her forehead glinting in the mage light.
"Uh... yeah. She let me go with a warning... and detention for the rest of the year."
"Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that." her voice dripped with feigned sincerity. "And I’m sorry for my part in this. I can’t believe that potion I spilled turned out to be a vial of Swine’s Curse!"
"Yeah," Garrett wasn’t convinced but didn’t say anything. "That is the mystery. At least the nurse could change me back. And it only took four hours."
"Well, I’m glad to hear and I hope you’ll forgive me?" She bent forward, emerald green eyes gleaming, her lip slightly quivering. Garrett looked down to try and hide his blush, but that just gave him a view of how tight her uniform was around her breasts.
"Y-yeah!" He swallowed hard. "Sure. All’s forgiven. No hard feelings, whatsoever."
"Splendid!" She smiled brightly, standing straight again. "I thought you might say that." Vivienne turned to leave but stopped halfway down the hall. "And, Garrett? If it’s any consolation, you made a pretty cute piglet. Bye-bye."
Garrett stared on as Vivienne walked away, met up with her two friends and exited the hall. It was hard not to stare whenever she was in the room. That was probably the reason she didn’t seem to like Garrett that much. They’d met on the first day of potions class, assigned to each other as partners in the course. Garrett tried to play it cool, but he was so mesmerized by her that he didn’t notice he’d been throwing random ingredients into their concoction. He noticed in time that it was starting to bubble violently and ducked out of the way, but he failed to warn her in time. The potion exploded, spraying Vivienne with foul smelling liquid. Everyone laughed. Garrett tried his best to apologize, but Vivienne brushed him away. She did her best to act nonchalant, excusing herself before running off to get cleaned. She didn’t come back for the rest of the day. Garrett had to stay behind and clean the mess he made. And then the next day the professor told him he had a new lab partner, Vivienne asking to switch with someone.
And that was that, he thought. Garrett blew any chance he had with her. It wasn’t until a few days later that the pranks started. Minor stuff, nothing that really bothered him and it was always obviously Vivienne or one of her friends behind it. It wasn’t until she "accidentally" turned him into a pig that he felt he might need to figure out a way to stop her from getting out of hand. His entrance to Begrimes-Clo Academy was already being questioned.
A professor spotted Garrett sitting at the desk and waddled over to him.
"Ah, there you are. C’mon m’lad. It’s time for your punishment."
"Right now? But I can’t, Professor Ettrick. I have conjuration class starting in a few minutes!"
"Bah! Conjuration! What a load of hogwash. That Professor Deqix is a fool, making such a mess of things. I’m doing you a favor, lad. Now come along." The old wizard marched out of the hall, Garrett rushing to gather up his textbooks and run after him.
"But we have an exam tomorrow!"
"Then study once classes have finished for the day."
"I have to clean the stables then. And I’m already behind on my— "
"Then study in your sleep! It's not my job to see that you pass your nonsense exam." They took a turn onto an old staircase, descending deep into the bowels of the school. "Today It’s my job to see you are properly punished for that stunt you pulled in class yesterday. Now stop dawdling."
They followed the stairs down longer than Garrett thought possible until they reached an old wooden door.
"Ah, here we are." He unlocked the door and handed Garrett the key. "You’ll be needing that. I’m not coming down here every day."
Garrett gave the key a confused look, Professor Ettrick going into the room and casting light spells up to the ceiling.
"Okay, but Professor, you haven’t told me yet what I’ll... be..." The boy fell silent once the light spells struck, filling the room with artificial sunlight. A small mountain of wooden crates and rusted metal filled the center of the room, some cracked open to show their contents. Old books, broken wands, and rusted metal. And along the walls of the room stood towering shelves, each dusty and bare.
"Wel, m’lad, we tend to get a lot of donations from folks like queens and their like. Old books on magic, once-powerful relics, stuff like that." Ettrick shook his head solemnly. "For the most part, it’s just whatever garbage they find when their court wizard dies or runs off with some strumpet. And whatever’s left in a students dorm should they leave, get expelled or disappear." He gave Garrett a meaningful look. "Folks don’t have any use for it and just send it to us to study or dispose of. Usually, we just stash it down here, but the headmistress thought it’d be a good lesson for you to organize it. Now follow me."
The professor went down the room, listing off how each item should be stored.
"Books, scrolls, and actual magical items go on these shelves here, weapons and such on those. Spent, damaged or cursed objects go in this bin for resale. And finally broken or mundane items go in this bin. A goblin by the name of Kribe will come and collect whatever’s in this once you’ve finished."
"I have to sort through all this? That’s insane!"
"It wouldn’t be punishment if it was easy, m’lad. You have till the end of the week, best get started."
Garrett tossed a gleaming amulet into one of the piles he was using to sort the crate’s contents. Dust covered his clothes and his hands felt raw from handling so many magical objects.
"This is ridiculous. There’s no way I’ll be done in a week," he mumbled to himself, tired and annoyed, throwing a succubus sketch in the garbage bin. "Can’t believe she turns me into a pig and I’m the one that ends up punished." He dropped a chipped crystal ball into the resale bin. "Need to get back at her somehow..."
He paused, wheels turning in his head. Maybe the answer to his problems lay somewhere in all this random magical paraphernalia? There was bound to be something he could use against her in all this junk! Garrett set to work, diving into the crates with a new sense of purpose.
After an hour or so searching, Garrett hadn’t found anything worthwhile. He found a scroll of weakening, but he wasn’t sure what it did so he added it to the resale pile. Then there was a book on camouflage and disappearance potions, but that didn’t seem too useful, and the ingredients were things he’d barely heard of. He was about to give up and lock up for the day when he spotted an old journal lying on top of a small case behind the door. Curious as to why it wasn’t lying with the rest of the items, he started to page through it until he spotted an interesting diagram. Paging back to the start of the entry, he felt his heart racing as he grasped what the spell did. Now, this had some potential. The last few pages were missing, torn from the journal at some point. But there was enough here for what Garrett had in mind. Glancing around to make sure he was still alone, he slipped the journal into his pack, locked the door behind him and made his way back up to the school.
Garrett spent the next few days getting everything he needed. The book mentioned the spell could either be delivered via enchanted gem or potion, with the potion being permanent. And while he felt Vivienne deserved some comeuppance for what she did, he didn’t want to go that far.
While Garret prepared, Vivienne continued to play her tricks on him, her embarrassment at his hand still not entirely forgiven. He used their interactions as an excuse to study her schedule, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. He’d been ignoring his punishment, only going down to the storage room to look for supplies, but he wasn’t concerned. He was frankly surprised by how many ingredients he found in the storage room. Maybe he wasn’t the first person at the school to make this item? By the time he’d finished his revenge, it’d be Vivienne sorting through the garbage, not him.

"Goodbye Professor Pelts! See you tomorrow!" Vivienne Lovelett waved to the nervous professor, her private Alchemy lesson done for the day. It was late, most of the students already at home or back in their dorms. Brushing back her hair, she hummed to herself as she walked back towards the main school building.
"Watch out!" Vivienne felt something splash on her school blouse, liquid cold against her skin. "Whoops! Sorry about that."
Brushing off the liquid from her blouse, chest bouncing as she did, she looked to see who was responsible.
"You!" Garrett gave an apologetic smile, holding up his hands in mock defense. "Ooh! I should have known it was you, piglet! Why do you have to keep spilling things on me?"
"Hey, it was just an accident! If it’s such a big issue then go clean it up. There’s a bathroom right here." Garrett stepped aside, revealing the bathroom door.
"Hmm. Wait here, I’m not done with you!"
Vivienne shouldered her way past him, but just before she got to the door, Garrett grabbed her by the arm, pressed something into the small of her back and pushed her into the bathroom. She felt a dull burning in her back where he pressed, followed by a cool numbness. He released her and she fell forward, grabbing the sinks to stay upright. She pulled herself up, but it was surprisingly difficult. Turning around, she saw Garrett standing calmly between her and the door, a small blue gemstone glowing in his hand.
"W-what do you think you’re doing? What is that?"
"What this?" Garrett held up the pea-sized stone as if to inspect it. "The book calls this the Gem of Becoming. This one only works for you now. It’s gonna help me teach you a little lesson." He stared past the gem, watching as the beautiful girl’s limbs started to sag, the change working its way through her body.
She felt herself grow weaker, the numbness spreading. It was getting more difficult to stay upright, even with her leaning against the sink. "If anything happens to me..." Her legs buckled, Vivienne collapsing into a sitting position. The numbness had spread so far she could barely feel her body. "If you lay a single finger on me... my parents will have you expelled!"
"I think you have the wrong idea." He hunched down, Vivienne lying on the floor by now. "I don’t want to hurt you." Garrett picked up her head, turning it so she could see her body. Vivienne gasped in horror at the sight of her deflated form. "I want to know what it’s like to be you." Before she could say anything, her head collapsed in, her body entirely transformed.
Garrett lifted the hollow skin of Vivienne Lovelett right out of her school uniform. He marveled at the feel of the naked girl’s skin in his hands. He could get lost in her creamy skin by itself. But he had to move on. Taking off her tiara, it’s single ruby glinting as he laid it on the counter, he gently gripped the sides of her mouth and gave an experimental tug. Her mouth stretched easily, the sight of it giving him shivers. He smiled at the success of his creation. Now it was time for the next step. Getting undressed, he shoved his clothes in front of the door, hoping it would help dissuade anyone from coming in. Then, once naked, he retrieved the suit, sat down on the edge of the sink, stretched open her mouth and carefully slipped a leg into the opening. The inside felt damp and warm, but he didn’t mind it. He pulled the mouth wider, slipping his other leg in as well. He gathered the loose skin in his hands, pulling it up until his legs slid easily into hers. Standing back up, he pulled the suit tight up to his waist.
His lower body tingled as his legs reshaped to match her slender curves. He felt his ass puff up, his hand feeling rough against the smooth skin. He intended to continue the suiting when an unexpected burst of rapturous pleasure filled his body. He looked down to find the source of this ecstasy, seeing the bulge of his crotch had melted away. He was completely Vivienne from the waist down. She resisted the urge to inspect her new genitalia, for the time being at least. Shaking her head, she focused on wiggling an arm into the suit. Then when both were in, she lifted the suit up to her neck, her bare arms filling out into their normal elegant shape as she did. Garrett looked down at the deflated bags on her chest, watching as they slowly filled back up into two massive breasts. They were far and away her best feature, she thought, inspecting her reflection in the mirror.
She smirked at the odd sight of her own face on the girl’s body. Her own scruffy black hair and hazel-brown eyes were a far cry from Vivienne’s golden ringlets and incandescent turquoise irises. Finally, she grasped the girl’s face with her delicate fingers, pulling it wide and over her head. There was a moment of darkness, nothing but the weight of her gorgeous hair pulling on her head as she felt her bones shift and pop into place. Then she opened her eyes, the sight of a fully restored, and completely naked, Vivienne Lovelett greeting her.
"Ooh? Oh!" She ran her fingers over her slim throat, enjoying the richness of her voice. "I wasn’t expecting her to feel quite so..." she threw her luscious curls over her shoulders, giving her reflection a seductive smile, "... intoxicating." Eyes locked with her reflection in the mirror, she gingerly reached up and gave one of her breasts a gentle squeeze. Pleasure like she’d never felt ravished her stolen body, making her knees weak. "God! This body is... No! Focus!" Garrett closed her eyes and took several steadying breaths. It took her a minute, but she managed to adjust to her new sensations. For the most part. "Right. Now, while it’d probably serve her right to just run around naked, "she blushed at the mental image of Vivienne running down the halls naked, "I should probably get dressed."
Searching through the pile of cast-off clothing, Garrett found the girl’s undergarments. "Wow," She ran the black fabric between her fingers. "This feels nice. She probably spent a fortune on these." Stepping into the lace-trimmed panties, she pulls the silken fabric up to her crotch, purring as it slides over her smooth legs. "Oh, but it’s worth it!" She turned around, admiring the way it sat against her borrowed ass before giving it a quick slap. "Damn, that feels nice." Next, she took the girl’s bra, slipping her arms into the delicate fabric. The cups hugged her ample curves, Garrett biting her lip as the fabric rubbed against her nipples.
She bent down, grateful for the added support from the bra, and picked up the remaining skirt and school blouse. The uniform might have been in the same style as some of the ones worn around the school, but Garrett could feel this one had been custom-made from softer fabrics. First, she pulled on the skirt, it’s waist snuggly wrapping around her flat tummy. Then she slid the blouse underneath her thick curls and over her shoulders. Garrett pulls the tunic tingly around her chest and waist, before securing it with a long blue sash. "Man, Vivienne! You sure know how to make a uniform look good. Now to finish you off..."
The black thigh-highs slide effortlessly over her dainty feet, stopping halfway up her thigh. Their lace trim tickle against the back of her legs. Finally, he takes a long white boot, sliding her foot into it gingerly, afraid of possibly tearing the thigh-high. But her fears were unnecessary, the soft leather interiors brushing gently against her legs. Fully dressed, Garrett takes a moment to fully drink in the sensations of her borrowed body. Looking down, she spots the golden band lying on the sink. "Whoops! Can’t forget that!" Slipping the tiara onto her head, she turns to inspect the beauty reflected in the mirror, unable to deny the look of pure bliss on her face.
"Maybe... maybe I can wait a bit. It’s too late to do anything at school." She starts gathering her own clothes up from the floor, shoving them into her knapsack. "I’ll go to her home and get her in trouble with her parents." She starts heading out of the bathroom, checking her bag to make sure the gem and journal were still there and securely in place.
Garrett hadn’t been walking long, thankful for the lack of heels when a man in a suit came striding up to her.
"Ah! Lady Lovelett! There you are!" The man bowed deeply, Garrett giving a confused look until she realized the man was addressing her. "Apologies, my lady. I thought your class ended sooner. Forgive my confusion."
"I-its fine?" Garrett cleared her throat. "Class just ran a bit late today, is all."
"Ah, thank you, my lady. Please, follow me, the carriage is waiting for us."
"Good." Garrett tried to mimic what he remembered of Vivienne’s mannerisms. "I can’t wait to get home. This has been quite the day."

Garrett collapsed giggling back onto the king-size bed, decadently soft duvet bouncing into the air. She kicked her legs in the air, her gossamer camisole floating back down after every kick.
"This is amazing!" She hugged her body, skin still glowing warmly from her bath. "I’ve never had handmaidens before!"
"Ehem. Daughter?" Garrett stopped rolling around in the feathery covers. There was an older woman standing by the bedroom door, her slightly lighter curls resembling Vivienne’s own hair. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, mom—" Garrett caught herself. These didn’t seem like the kind of people who went for informality. " —ther? Everything is fine."
"Are you sure? The servants inform me you seem somewhat out of sorts." Garrett blushed. She had an idea what they might be referring to. "You’re not developing a fever, are you?"
The girl considered her options. She could probably get Vivienne into a lot of trouble right now. But on the other hand, she didn’t know them that well yet and couldn’t predict how they’d react to most things she could reasonably do. Perhaps it was better going back to her original plan of getting her in trouble at school? Vivienne would stay a suit for as long as she wore her, and the journal said she’d have no memories of anything Garrett did, so there was no need to rush.
"No, no fever." She gave her best smile. "I’m just in a good mood I guess!"

Garrett stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, bright blue gem gleaming in the middle of her forehead. She was coming to a realization that there might be an issue with her plan. On the first day at school she could have gotten Vivienne into trouble during the enchantment exam, but for some reason, she decided to hold off on it until gym class. She ended up acing the exam, getting praised by the professor for her seemingly miraculous improvement. Then when gym class came and she got to see all the other girls change, hiding behind her locks for most of it so they couldn't see her leering at them, she decided to postpone it further. She went back to Vivienne’s home, telling herself she’d try again tomorrow. Every time a chance to get into trouble presented itself, she found some way of talking herself out of it.
"I... I don’t want to go back." She confessed to her reflection. "I don’t want to stop being you. This life is just..." She thought back to how hard she had to work when she was Garrett, just to stay enrolled at the school. To afford to live in the boarding house. The look on his parent’s faces when he left for Begrimes-Clo Academy. "...amazing. I can’t... " She felt a thin smile form. "... this is just who I am now."
She heard the bathroom door open, seeing a dark-haired girl standing behind her in the mirror. She recognized her as Ivy Lyndon, one of Vivienne’s friends.
"Hey, Viv! We’ve been looking for you. What are you doing in here?"
Vivienne brushed a stray hair from her face and turned around.
"Oh, you know, making life-altering decisions. It’s a bathroom, Ivy." Ivy rolled her eyes and smiled, the two girls exiting the room.
"Hey, what happened to that Garrett guy?" Vivienne’s heart skipped a beat. "I haven’t seen him the last few days. Think we drove him off?"
"Oh, piglet?" She relaxed, making sure to use her old nickname. "Oh, something like that. I don’t think we’ll be seeing him around here anymore."
"Jeez, what did you do to him?" Ivy gave her a playful look.
"Not much." Vivienne twisted a lock around her finger. "Just gave him a choice he ended up liking more than hanging around."
Ivy laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like something you’d do. Maybe you should give that nerd Felix the choice too! Guy’s been practically begging me to mess with him."

Vivienne thought to the journal, hidden in what was now her bedroom. She thought of Felix and how he always looked so miserable. She fell back a few steps and gave Ivy a good look. Ivy was pretty cute herself. And why should she be the only one that gets a chance at changing their lives?
"You know what, Ivy? I think folks around could do with a few more choices... "