Omega Zeta Kappa 9: ι

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When Hayden Tanner chose to start the Omega Zeta Kappa fraternity, there was only one member of faculty he trusted to understand his vision for the bizarre organization: Dr. Allen Neal, a man well-known for a number of unusual stunts during the course of his own youth, who finally took an offer to teach art almost entirely so he could foster the same spirit in the generation two or three after his own. "Al" was well-acquainted with the Tanners as some of his early, "conventional art" patrons, long before their adoptive sons grew old enough for college. He didn't know until after the Veil lifted that they were a couple of "Mammon"—greed demons, that was—but it certainly made sense with the way they threw their abundant money around. For whatever reason, they chose to adopt human kids rather than have any in the usual way, and there was at least one more coming down the line after Richard. Now pushing seventy, the old professor wasn't sure if he'd stick with the college long enough to see that one's tenure with the OZK, but they seemed self-sufficient enough to get by without a Tanner or Neal influence anyway. He couldn't help but be happy with what they'd accomplished, and still were accomplishing.

Even though he expected to find something strange whenever he came for a visit, Dr. Neal still managed to be surprised from time to time. He could feel a slight pang of envy that today's student population had the benefit of magic to make their stunts all the stranger and more striking, and Richard seemed happy to exploit that benefit from time to time—up until Al expected it, and then he would find some totally mundane way to confound everyone. That wasn't to say it was always his ideas, of course, with a Kitsune also sharing the helm among other things. Al's visit that Saturday afternoon was more or less arbitrarily decided upon, and turned out to be rather fortuitious—the fraternity had a surprise to top all previous ones ready, and the signs of it were evident before he even reached the building.

OZK allowed visitors of all kinds, of course, as long as things were basically on the level. But the number of girls out on the fraternity's front lawn was still more than could usually be expected at this time of day. The young men about who Dr. Neal knew to be members of the fraternity were in a number of emotions, mostly extreme: Excited, like they were eagerly expecting a gift; anxious, worried; astonished or even in borderline shock. The balding professor stopped on the sidewalk, turning toward the building with his hands in his jacket pockets, surveying the scene for a long moment and trying to guess what might be going on.

While he looked on, the front door opened, and a young woman with long, flowing black hair and some very familiar, piercing red eyes strode out, making a beeline for him. "Good afternoon, Al," she said with a friendly smile. "You couldn't have picked a better time to visit, I'd say."

"Hmm.." The Tanners' second child had a very distinctive personality, almost an aura about him, which proved recognizable even in a drastically different shape. "..Richard?"
"Indeed," she nodded, her smile taking on a bit of satisfaction that he'd worked it out. "The high council made a very important decision this morning. Please, come with me and I'll explain." She gestured toward the front door of the building, and Dr. Neal let her lead him inside.

"Well, you've done it again," he said in the wake of the explanation, now sitting across from her in the first-floor lounge. "I admit, I'm impressed. This does seem like the sort of thing that should require some sort of approval from the university, but of course it's never been tried before. Good old 'Air Bud' argument."

"Hmn?" she tilted her head just slightly.
"You know: 'Ain't no rule says a dog can't play—' oh, nevermind." It was obviously too old of a reference for her. "At any rate, I think it's a solid plan. Even if someone in administration objects, it seems like you'll have a majority of females by the time they even hear about it. Then they'll be stuck with either calling a female-dominated GLO a 'fraternity' or just accepting the decision as-is."
"Indeed," she nodded. "Our university-approved charter says we can do this anyway."
"I don't recall that clause, but I still don't speak legalese, either," Al said, shrugging. "Well, you know I have no problem with it. I don't suppose this is out of any consideration for your younger sister?"
"Oh, no, of course not," Rich said, gently shaking her head. "This is almost entirely self-motivated. Or, at best, out of consideration for some of our present members. Who's to say it won't be undone as soon as I graduate, or start a tradition of swapping over every few years? If she even goes here in the first place, she'll just have to be whatever Omega Zeta Kappa is to join it."

At this point, two other young women burst into the room, a dark-haired girl followed by an obviously wolfish white-haired one in a full maid outfit. "Yo, Rich!"
"Heeyy!" The latter noticed the professor first, and waved at him while the former continued toward Richard. "Our illustrious partner-in-faculty! Yo."
"Hello..." Judging entirely by their excitable natures, the fact both were werewolves, and that they were coming in as a pair: "Quaid and Sid, I presume?"

"You got it, yeeah!"

"Three for three," Rich said, nodding. Then, to Quaid: "What's the trouble?"

"We ran out!"
"Well, I mean, mostly," Sid corrected. "We put the rest in these two bottles," she said, holding up bottles of some glowing, multicolored liquid—probably the transformation potion Richard had spoken of. "We left after filling an order, but there could be a guy at the stand right now waiting for us to come back!"

"No worries. I'll get the supply closet unlocked for you," Richard said, standing up.
"Out of curiosity..your state of dress?" Al gestured to Sid.

"Oh, yeah, I thought it'd be funny to wear a maid costume. Since we're 'serving people'. And also cute, maybe!" she added cheerfully, grinning and wagging—well, cutely for sure. "So I got the potion to turn some old junk clothes into this sweet getup."

"Hmm. So, its effects can be directed?" Dr. Neal addressed this question to the proper expert, Richard, of course.
"Tooo some extent," she replied. "I was told the set of effects I wanted were complicated enough to introduce some 'wild magic', which could have...well, not dangerous, but certainly unpredictable effects. On the other hand, those effects could also be partially directed by the drinker's desires, conscious or not."

"And you said the potion is meant to make the drinker relatively 'healthy'?" Rich nodded.

"Well," Al stood up carefully. "I don't suppose there's any spare supply for an outsider, is there?"

"I don't know about a complete outsider—giving it to everyone who asked would run us dry before we got all our members changed," she said. "But—for someone already associated with us, such as an alumni, there shouldn't be a problem."
Sid looked back and forth between them throughout this conversation, before finally seeming to realize its meaning. "Oh—duude, do you want some?!" she said, waving one of the bottles she had. Then, turning her head Rich's way: "He can have some?!"

While Rich nodded, Al said: "It'd be a decent way to indicate my solidarity with your organization's decision. Anyway, 'healthy' is usually pretty hard to come by at my age, and it sounds to me like it might even be able to make me feel a bit younger."

"Sweet!" She offered him the bottle, and he took it. "Oh maan, wish I could see your students' faces Monday."

"You uh, might wanna get somewhere private when the change starts," Quaid added. "Which'll be anywhere from immediately to twenty-four hours after drinking it. Anyway, we've got a load to haul!" Richard gave him a brief nod, following the two excitable werewolves out.

"Hmm." Now left in a quiet lounge alone, Al stared at the contents of bottle for a long moment. He then shrugged, going and locking the door (it didn't seem like anyone was interested in using the little lounge just now anyway; most students actually used the game room's comfier couches and chairs to relax) before opening the cap and sipping as much of the potion at once as he could. It tasted like some bitter medicine at first, making him wince, but he bore with it and drank some more. The bitterness faded slowly, and by the time he got into the second half or so of the magical drink its flavor seemed to have turned entirely sweet instead, almost pushing too far in that direction by the last mouthful. Then, not feeling anything right away, he went over to sit back down on the lounge chair and see if anything would happen.

After a brief moment, something indeed did happen: Al suddenly felt a rush of inexplicable excitement, his heartrate palpably accelerating and a gasp coming in through his mouth. He pressed a hand to his chest briefly, thinking, This better not just give me a heart attack, but of course it didn't. Rather, while he took a deep breath and let it out, the excited feeling seemingly gave rise to a wave of tingling starting from around the center of his chest and radiating out, then another, stronger wave that made him shudder with what felt like anticipation. This second one hit his scalp especially hard, and he could feel along with it the motion of a full head of hair rapidly growing back into place up there. It grew overzealously, turning into messy long locks that hung before his eyes as bangs, fell across either side of his face, and tickled his neck on the way to being almost long enough to touch his shoulders. On top of that, the gray vanished from the hairs, leaving them the same bright blonde he had been born with.

"Phfffew." The tingling faded off about as the hair growth ended, and the professor took a moment to run a hand across his face. Every trace of wrinkle and blemish was gone, along with any hair there—the skin was soft and smooth, the effects of age completely reversed on it. But, of course, the potion's effects weren't about to stop at just his skin and hair. After only a brief break, Allen felt the rush of excitement and energy hit him again—this time feeling much more comfortable than the first, as though he was more physically prepared to be so excited.

He found himself wriggling in his seat briefly, then stretching his arms to the sky and his legs out in front of him as the muscles all seemed to want to flex themselves at once. Like a brief but intense massage, everything seemed to relax and heal away all traces of soreness at once. But at the same time, Dr. Neal's body shrank all around him: His surroundings towering upward as his outstretched limbs all rapidly shortened, his clothes falling looser and looser on him by the second. He heard his voice go "Aaaa~aaaa~aaahhh" in relief, its pitch rising higher and higher the lower his perspective sank, until finally the stretch ended and he dropped his arms and legs down again—the latter suddenly too short to even reach the floor and the former immediately engulfed in the long, newly over-wide sleeves of his jacket.

It was a shock to suddenly be—and feel—so small, but all Al could do in response was laugh. A soft, cute "Eheheh" of a giggle came out, followed by bursting into an equally adorable "HEEe~heeheehee!" While this started out as a reaction to the absurd, sudden motion of his body, the laughter continued in response to a tingly, tickly feeling down between his legs, a bizarrely pleasant sensation that kept his heartrate up and made his cheeks warm with a blush. The change of sex swiftly approached as the tingling progressed into a sharp tug, and the giggling, girlish laughter only terminated when it was interrupted by an equally feminine, high voiced inward gasp as he changed all at once into the girl she sounded like. This was then followed by a cute, happy "OOOooOO~Ooohh..!" as she felt a long burst of girlish pleasure that made her wriggle around in her seat more vigorously than before, her face burning brilliantly and beaming with delight.

"Hff, ffh, h-heheh..!" The sense of excitement and energy seemed to stick around now, no longer feeling like an unexpected rush but just...her. Al couldn't remember ever feeling quite this energetic before, but it had been quite a while since she'd been a young man, after all—and anyway, it wasn't like she was complaining! She let out a soft, happy "Waa~AAaaa~aah..!" as her body gently pressed some curves outward: Hips and thighs plumping out, chest pushing forward into a small but mature pair of breasts. At the same time, her clothes rapidly shuffled around on her, mostly shrinking down to fit her positively tiny, narrow frame. Just as it came close to fitting her properly again, her shirt lost its sleeves and pulled down her neckline—leaving behind its collar as a small choker—while a tiny bra formed beneath it; the hem of the resulting top stayed far enough down her legs to hide her hips and upper thighs, as well as a small, frilly pair of panties her underwear turned into. The pants, already mostly off of her hips, crawled the rest of the way down and split apart, softening and thinning into a pair of thigh-high stockings which merged with her former socks.

"O-o~ooh..heehee..!" The new girl hopped down to her feet, feeling the afterglow of a very adult feminine pleasure even as a boundless, happy energy fit for a child flowed through her. Maybe she'd need a proper checkup to tell for sure, but it certainly felt like that 'wild magic' had done what she'd asked and then some, making her a fairly small and childish young adult. If anything, though, the idea of being this cute and still holding a position as a tenured professor at the university sounded like a lot of fun to tease and confuse people with! She scurried over to the door, opening it to rush across the hallway into a bathroom and get a better look at herself in the mirror.

"Ooh, nice~!" Al grinned, giving an 'OK' signal to the still-faintly-blushing girl in the mirror. She hadn't even noticed some of her hair getting bundled up into some tiny pigtails in the excitement, nor her nails growing longer and gaining what seemed to be some pink paint on them. The wild, childish look to her hair seemed just perfect, she thought, and while there were bound to be some annoyances from being so very short, they'd be more than worth it for feeling like she could practically jump her own height up into the air if she really needed to.

She came back out of the restroom at around the same time Rich was headed back to the lounge to check on her, and quickly waved to the dark-haired girl. "Heey, Miss Tanner~," she said cheerfully. "That potion seems to've worked like a charm!"
"Oh?" She looked down at the older..but younger-looking girl for a moment before nodding, smiling herself. "I'm glad to hear it. I imagine this'll make your next faculty meeting more exciting, at least."
"Aww, I don't think those can be fixed. But I'll at least get to super confuse my colleagues students over the coming weeks. Maybe years. And I've got you to thank for it!" Without really thinking about it, she hopped up and forward to hug the taller (younger) girl for a moment, until her brain finally caught up with her and she let go, hopping back a few steps.

"Heheh—whooops. Sorry, I've been left with way more energy than I think I know what to do with."
"It's quite alright. You're far from the first person to jump at me with an unsolicited hug today," Rich said, looking much more composed than Dr. Neal felt at the moment.

"Anyway, you can probably expect to see this face in the news sometime in the coming months, too," she said. "I 'retired' from my bigger projects just 'cause I wasn't feeling up to it anymore, but I'm feeling up to pretty much anything now. And there's plenty of ideas I haven't tried just yet that should be doable without costing me tenure."

"I'll look forward to it," Rich said, nodding. "Let me know if we can help."
"Oh, naturally! Unless I want it to be a surprise for you all. Though I can't imagine I'll be able to top this one," she said, waving vaguely around at the hallway. "Anyway, I've gotta go. Maybe run some of this energy off so I can concentrate. See ya!"
"Farewell." The short, cute girl gave Richard a brief backwards wave in reply, being already halfway turned around to run out of the building by this point.