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Jack stalked through the hushed library corridors, his varsity jacket out of place among the studious atmosphere. His athletic frame, honed from years of football, drew appreciative glances from studying coeds. The familiar musty scent of books mingled with something more intoxicating - a trace of jasmine that led him deeper into the stacks. Through the gaps between shelves, he caught flashes of vibrant red hair belonging to Ms. Evelyn Price, the new head librarian. Her tight pencil skirt and silk blouse barely contained curves that had featured in many of his recent fantasies.

A prominent "Staff Only" sign marked the entrance to the restricted section. Jack watched as Evelyn disappeared behind it, her hips swaying hypnotically. His cock strained against his jeans as primal hunger overrode any concern for rules. He shouldered through the door, finding her bent over a low shelf, arranging ancient-looking tomes. The position pushed her breasts together enticingly, while her skirt pulled taut across her perfectly rounded ass.

Drunk on his own masculine privilege, Jack reached out and grabbed a firm handful of her rear. "Need a strong man to help with those heavy books, beautiful?" he drawled, kneading the flesh possessively through the thin fabric.
Ms. Price spun around with inhuman speed and grace. Her emerald eyes blazed with eldritch power as she slammed a massive leather-bound grimoire into his chest. The impact knocked him back a step, but the real shock was the strange energy seeping from the book into his body. Her blood-red lips curved into a predatory smile.

"Actually," she purred, her voice resonating with otherworldly harmonics that made Jack's mind fog over, "I could use some assistance with returns. Be a good boy and put those returns away and maybe you can take me out to lunch."
Jack's typical cockiness melted away, replaced by an eager desire to please. "Yes... of course... anything you need," he mumbled, already reaching for the cart of books.

As he wheeled down the quiet aisles, foreign knowledge flooded his consciousness. The Dewey Decimal System felt as natural as throwing a football. But other changes were occurring - his vision blurred and swam as his body began to transform. Long raven hair spilled past his shoulders, gathered in an elegant ponytail with a velvet ribbon. His muscular frame softened and shifted - shoulders narrowing, waist cinching, hips and ass swelling to feminine proportions. The varsity jacket dissolved into a knee-length skirt and fitted blouse that hugged new curves. Delicate fingers tipped with dark polish gripped the cart where callused hands had been moments before.

Jacky blinked in confusion, the world frustratingly out of focus. She spotted her glasses lying on the carpet and quickly slipped them on, gasping softly as memories realigned themselves. Of course - she was just finishing the morning returns before meeting her girlfriend for their usual lunch date. Her heart fluttered as she spotted Evelyn's distinctive red hair approaching, that knowing smirk playing across her lips that always made Jacky weak in the knees. She still remembered the day they met, when Evelyn had helped guide her through her first day as junior librarian, though the details seemed oddly hazy...