The man on the opposite side of the street was just minding his own business, likely waiting for the bus, so Ash wrote, “That man will become a woman,”
Ash watched from a distance as he grew breasts, his hips widened while his shoulders retracted. The man had become a woman. His hair and clothing didn’t change. He looked at himself, observing it and suddenly shouted “What the hell!?” In a new voice. He ran the opposite direction and out of Ash’s view.
‘Well, this seems to work. Now all the assholes at school will pay for what they did.’
The past few weeks had been hell for Ash, she had recently cut her hair to a pixie cut. She liked it, her peers also liked it, to make fun of it. Ash had finally snapped, and this book may have just superglued her back together.