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October 1st.
In the early morning hours, well before sunrise, experiments were happening. Unauthorized and dangerous, the meddling with magic that hadn't been perfected caused a disastrous reaction, and a spell was sprinkled over every resident on the grounds of L'academie. As the sun came up, students and staff roused from their slumber, the spell seeped into every part of them. The changes within themselves became apparent, and a glance in the mirror elicits more than a few screams. Staff members who have been at the school longer than a decade are not so alarmed- this has happened before. But for many others, for every student, is it really unsettling...

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Who: Sim and Silas
What: Waking up after the spell
Where: Their room
When: Morning, around 7
Rating: PG 13 for cursing

When Sim slept, he slept like the dead. Rousing himself from sleep took at least twenty minutes, even when he really had to pee, which was the case today. Normally he could sleep through even that, but for some reason today his bladder wouldn't let him. So after a short while of trying to convince his brain to wake up, Sim rolled onto his back and reached to his face to wipe the hair off it. Except this morning, his hair wasn't in his face. Sleepily he reached to the top of his head, thinking maybe it was in a huge, tangled knot up there, but no. There wasn't any tangle, there wasn't any hair. His locks had been cut short, chopped off in his sleep. With a gasp, Sim bolted upright, reaching to the top of his head with both hands and whimpering loudly. His hair was gone. Someone (was it Silas? Someone else? Was it a prank?) had cut off all his hair. "No," he groaned, but his voice died as soon as it emerged when he heard a high, feminine voice not his own emitting from his throat. That was when he noticed how pale and slender his arms were, and then how delicate his hands were, and then when he looked down to his bare chest, how B-cup he'd suddenly become.

And then he screamed.

It was loud, clear, high pitched and terrified, the kind of scream they'd record and use for cheesy horror flicks. It was distinctly female, too, and Sim scrambled out of bed and ran to his mirror, where he saw the pixie cut reflection of an impish girl with graceful bat wings staring back at him. Then he screamed again, and started sobbing, too.