It was a goth girl, particularly of the punk persuasion. Her dyed black hair was shaved at the sides and done up in a faux-hawk, her skin was powder white, and her lips and makeup were charcoal. She wore a short black leather jacket, a white crop top, Black tore-up jeans, thick black leather boots with god knows how many straps and buckles, black spike wristbands, and piercings everywhere. The only thing on her that wasn't black and/or white was her red pentagram necklace.
So of course when Jenny's jiggling, overlarge noggin bumped into this goth punk, she wasn't to happy about what'd happened.
"'EY! Watch where you're going, you bi..." the goth girl yelled before trailing off upon seeing who just bumped into her. The sight of the cheerleader's inflated cranium prompted a "What the hell happened to you?" followed up with a smart remark of "Looks like the Cheer Captain's even more air-headed than I thought."
"I'm sorry!" Jenny said back, still scared out of her engorged mind, "I had no idea where I was going and I just kinda bumped into you without looking and my head is getting bigger and bigger for some reason and that's why I bumped into you because my head is so huge and I misjudged where people were in relation to it and now you were yelling at me and making fun of me and I don't know why this is happening and... and... I don't want my head to be a watermelon! WAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
The goth girl pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance of the big headed cheerleader's distressed whining. Of course, she was starting to realize what was going on, but it wasn't like she was in the mood to help this girl if she was gonna keep crying like this. So, she did the only thing she could think of: cast some magic! With a flick of her wrist, Jenny's wails of fear were instantly silenced and a wave of calm washed over her being. In fact, the spell was so calming that her mind was put into a more... ahem... suggestive state.
"Okay," the goth girl said, "Now I want you to tell me what happened to you, slowly. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jenny replied. The goth girl immediately kicked herself for going overboard with her spell, but supposed it could be useful to her later. She took in Jenny's story of what happened, starting with her head inflating in AP Lit up to bumping into the goth girl while internally panicking.
"Alright," the goth girl responded, "now can you give me any idea of what could've caused this to happen? Anything like a disease or a bad spell or something?" Jennifer wracked her brains for anything that could have happened before the whole head-ballooning-up thing, but try as she might she couldn't remember. On top of that the process of trying to remember the cause gave her a bit of a splitting headache.
"I'm sorry Mistress," Jen sighed, a look of worry on her face "I literally can't remember what happened before my head started inflating. I tried, but it gave me a bad headache for some reason. Please don't punish me too harshly, Mistress."
"Alright first off," the goth girl said, "call me Gretchen. I'm not going to punish you just because you couldn't answer my question. Second, are you absolutely sure that you can't remember?"
"Yes Miss Gretchen," Jen glumly replied, "I can't remember."
Gretchen wondered what this could imply. Was it actually a bad curse someone put on this cheerleader that was causing her to forget why her head's inflating? If so, could she possibly remove it?
"Okay, listen up," Gretchen explained, "I'm going to go digging around in your memories for myself. I have a feeling someone may have cursed you and I think I can fix it. I need you to go to sleep first, alright?"
"As you wish, Miss Gretchen," Jen replied obediently before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. She fell backwards and the force of her huge head landing on the ground sent a rippling mass of jiggles all over her cranium. Then Gretchen closed her eyes, concentrated on Jennifer's brain, and began diving into her memories.