Lauren looked Jake up and down, she had really wanted him to end up with Megan's body, she was the shortest and most unnoticeable girl in the school, plain as could be. But this was a good second best, Mrs. Cranston was both older then him and her body would make him uncomfortable, both in front and in back, is was strange to see him without his trademark goatee, he always loved that thing, and stranger still hearing Mrs. Cranston's smooth silvery voice coming from his lips. She smiled evilly and looked him straight in the eyes.
"No. I don't women, in fact, I don't like you and the only reason you ever dated me was because I was convenient for you. You always chased the prettiest girl you didn't have yet, and now you're the proud owner of a body that you ogled and drooled over. I don't want or need you woman, enjoy your new life, I certainly will enjoy watching you flounder."
With that, Lauren walked away, leaving Janet standing there, in her tight dress and heels to suffer her fate. What was more, Lauren's gloating made Janet miss her bus, now free of the curse's control she started walking home on unsure footing in her heels. Janet stopped a block away, and rummaged through her book bag, looking for her pair of tennis shoes, when she noticed something. She held her hands up and looked at them, they were wrinkled earlier, Mrs. Cranston had been in her fifties or so, but now they were youthful and supple.
"Is the curse changing me even more?" Janet tried to groan in her pleasant voice, as if to answer her, black locks fell into her face, she brushed them away, but they kept falling into her face. After a few minutes of this she grumble and pulled out of her purse a scrunchy, which she didn't know how she new she had one, and tied her hair back in a pony tail.
"There, solved that problem," She mumbled, and found her tennis shoes, she took off her heels and put on her shoes with some effort. "Damn breasts! Why did she have to have such a big rack! And they look even perkier than before." Janet finally got her tennis shoes on and started walking home, her body was slowly adapting to her head's age, though she still hated the feelings she got from it she would have to live with them. Janet finally got home half an hour later, and opened the door, tossing her book bag on the floor she looked at the kitchen table and found a note. It read.....