Looking around at your math class you think about how much you've messed up your life already. You're failing half of your classes and you have no chance of getting into a good college. It really wasn't your fault, you just weren't smart enough and you weren't popular either... Sometimes you just feel like if you had the chance to start over, give it another try, you could do better. You decide to write "I wish to start over school and get another chance. This time more popular" You're about to add something about being smarter, but before you can you get a piercing pain in your gut. You ask to be excused and run to the bathroom, barely noticing as you get a foot and a half shorter, going from 6' 1" to 4' 7". When you get in the bathroom, you run into the stall and sit down your hair grows to the middle of your back and turns a bright blonde, while your eyes change to a bright blue. Your penis goes up into your body, but you're in too much pain to notice. Your face reshapes itself and your whole body slims down. When the pain subsides you get out of the stall and walk up to the mirror. What you see makes you let out a shrill, high pitched scream. You've become a small, petite, blonde girl. You couldn't possibly be more than 13. Definitely not a high school girl by any means. You're wearing a skirt and pink t-shirt that you wouldn't be caught dead wearing under normal circumstances. Taking a peek out of the boy's restroom, you escape and run to... where exactly? You can't go back to class, they won't recognize you. You can't go home, they won't recognize you.
"Hey!" An adult, presumably a teacher, says to you, "did you get lost?"
"No," you reply in a high pitched valley girl sounding voice that makes you cringe "I'm a Senior" you say unconvincingly.
"Ha, funny. Are you new at the Middle School? Do you want me to take you back? What's your name? How old are you?" So many questions all at once. You decide to go with their assumption and make something up quickly.
"Uh, yeah. My name is, like, uh, Naomi, I'm 11, and yes I'm like, new in 6th Grade." Hardly believing you made that up so quickly, you fake a worried look.
"Alright it's okay, I can take you back over to the Middle School quick."