Where the heck is my cat? I questioned to myself inside my brain, as I stepped into Bloor's Academy.

Of course he wouldn't be there, would he? I looked around, lifting up some of the portraits to see behind them, but there was no luck. My cat was nowhere to be seen!

"Excuse me, but what are you doing with those portraits?"

I turned my head at the nasally voice, and found myself staring at a tall, stick of a man, with long black hair that was pulled back with a purple scrunchie. He was wearing a purple cape, and black slacks, with a black button up shirt.

"Uhh," my mouth gaped open at a loss for words.

"Answer me you insolent snail," the boy sneered coldly, as the boy next to him chuckled. The boy next to him was pale and skinny, with red hair and yellow eyes. He was wearing a purple cape as well, and blue jeans, a white button up shirt, and a bolo tie.

"I was looking for my cat," I finally said, finding my voice again.

"A cat? There are no cats at Bloor's except for The Flames who come every now and then," the redhead said, scratching his head. "Are you sure it's not just a fignewton of your imagination?"

"Idiot," the dark haired boy thundered, punching the redhead on the arm.

"Ouch!" he yelled, rubbing his arm.

I couldn't help but to laugh, but I'm not mean or anything like that.

"Oh, and before I forget, where is your cape?" the black haired boy then demanded as his glare intensified.

I stood up as straight as I could, and clasped my hands together.

"Well you see, I am in music, but blue is such an ugly colour, that I decided that I don't want to wear my cape."

"Well then, I guess you don't want to ever not have detention!" said the redhead, earning another punch from the dark haired boy.

"You have dentention," the dark haired boy then said with a glare.

"Whateverrr."

I rolled my eyes and walked away from them, ignoring the sounds of the black haired boy calling after me.

I continued down the hall until I came to a room with two trumpets over the top of the door.

Well, this is music. I thought to myself when I stepped into the doors. To be honest, I would have much rather been in art, however, my mother was killed in an art accident, so my father thought art was wayyy too dangerous.

"Hi, I'm Fidelio Gunn, welcome to music," a boy, a couple of years younger than myself, with curly brown hair and freckles, said with a grin. He was holding a violin with his hand.

"Thank you," I said with a smile, as I took out my own instrument. I played the, actually, I played nothing! I didn't even like music. I ripped off my blue cape, and stormed out of the music department. I then rushed into the drama department. I didn't care that purple was a hideous colour! I just didn't want to be in music anymore.

"What are you doing in here?" a girl with purple hair and grey eyes asked. She appeared to be about the same age as Fidelio.

"I was in music, but I decided that I hate it, and now I am transformed into drama," I told her.

"Well, okay then, I'm Olivia Vertigo, welcome to music," the girl said.

Wow, the people here are so nice. I thought to myself as I shook her hand.

Just then, the dark haired boy from earlier walked in with the redhead! What were they doing here? I thought fearfully to myself, I didn't want to see them anymore.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in music," he asked with a cold look in his dark eyes.

I explained the situation to him, and he nodded.

"Well, okay then, go get a costume on, we are doing a play."

"Okay."

I walked over to the costume chest, and there were a gazillion costumes and masks in there. I finally decided on a pair of sparkly orange jeans, a frilly white pirate shirt, a bandit mask, and a fake moustache.

"Oh, you look great!" Oliva cried when I emerged from the changing room.

"Thanks, so do you," I smiled.

Olivia was wearing a purple princess dress, with a crown, and a pair of kitty sunglasses.

"So, what play are we doing?" I asked as Olivia and I sat down on the stage.

"We're doing a readaptation about the ten kids of The Red King!" Olivia exclaimed as her grey eyes went wide with wonder and excitement.

"Oh wow, that sounds amazing," I said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, are you endowed?" Olivia asked.

I nodded.

"Want me to demonstrate my endowment?"

She nodded.

I snapped my fingers and directed my gaze at the redhead, because he was the one closest to me besides Olivia.

A few seconds later, he began to transfer! He shrunk a few inches, so he was now the height of Olivia. His red hair lengthed and softened, and his yellow eyes grew larger. His features took a more feminine turn, and his chest and hips grew. After about five minutes later, I was now staring at a girl instead of a boy.

"Wow," marvelled Olivia.

"What? Why is everyone staring at me?" the redhead, who was now a girl, asked in a high pitched voice. She clamped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened.

"Did I just?" she clamped her hands over her mouth again.

"What is going on he-" the dark haired boy began to say. However, he cut off mid-sentence, and took a few steps back when his eyes landed on his friend.

"What on earth happened here? What did you do to Asa?" he demanded a few seconds later.

"Beats me," I lied. I didn't want to tell him that I had turned his friend into a girl, because I didn't want to get a detention. His cold gaze snapped over to Olivia.
"And I suppose you had nothing to do with this?"

"How could I? I'm not even endowed."

The boy humphed, and then snapped his fingers.
"I know! I bet it was Charlie Bone! He is always the cause of all the issues at Bloors."

With that, he took off running with Asa in tow.

As soon as he was out of ear and eye shot, Olivia and I burst into laughter.

"Are you going to turn him back?" she laughed as tears streamed down her face.

"Nope, in fact, I have bigger plans," I said with a wicked smirk, as I snapped my fingers at Olivia.

SHE BEGAN TO TRANSFER!

She grew a few inches in height, and her hair became shorter, and her features became more masculine. She was now a boy!

"W-What? But I thought you were my friend!" he exclaimed as tears ran down his face, and they were not from tears of laughter.

"You thought wrong," I cackled. I then jumped out of the drama classroom, eager to transfer more people!