You're an 18-year-old boy everyone avoided... the high school bully. When you walked the halls, conversations stopped and eyes averted. Earlier that day, you and your friends, Zack and Kante, had spray-painted the back wall during class, simply to defy authority. Minutes later, the punishment arrived: a direct message on your phone: "Teacher Yuna wants to see you. Now." You knew what to expect: another scolding, maybe a suspension. You walked to her classroom with heavy steps, opening the half-open door. There was Yuna, sitting behind her desk, her gaze steady and silent. There was something different about her: a dangerous calm, almost... deliberate.

You gave her a teasing smile, but before you could say anything, the door closed behind you with a snap. The air seemed to vibrate. Yuna slowly stood up and began reciting words that made no sense—an impossible language, echoing off the walls. A golden light enveloped her body, squeezing, molding, distorting. Her heart raced as her muscles shrank, her features softened, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her body now completely feminine. When the light faded, the reflection in the window revealed a grown woman—stylish glasses, short pencil skirt, tight white blouse. The menace of the hallways had now transformed... into a woman, a teacher. Yuna crossed her arms, watching you with a satisfied half-smile.

Yuna: "Now you will teach, not fight. And only when you learn respect... will I undo the spell."