"Ha! You? Friends with Slutty Stacy? Stop joking around girl we gotta get to class before "Mrs. Bitch" gives us detention again." Felecia chuckled before she turned and began to strut away.
Alan was furious at hearing Stacy being called a slut, but also confused at everything he had just heard. From the sounds of it, Felecia wasn't the most polite of people, and she seemed like she'd follow "Alice" anywhere. Alan realized what kind of life he was currently living as he walked through the halls.
He immediately noticed stares from most of the other classmates. His first fear was that they could somehow see through his magical makeover, but a quick check in a classroom window debunked that. Boys were staring at him nearly drooling while all the girls that weren't cheerleaders seemed to flee from his presence.
"Holy shit." Alan thought. "I'm the Queen bee of the school. God I'm a bitch!"
Alan watched as his classmates avoided him. He could imagine that Alice would walk down these halls with a smirk and a strut as she figured she ruled the school. But, Alan was still Alan, and he hated being a dick to people for no reason. "At the very least," He thought "If Mom and Dad can't figure out a way to fix this soon, I can at least try to fix my new life."
History class went by fairly normally, other than the fact that he was surrounded by whispering teenage girls. Usually Alan ignored the gossip of these sorts of people, but now that he was their "head honcho" he didn't have a choice but to listen. In-between all the nonsense about "Brad's shorts" or "Angie's hair" Alan may have heard something about history.
After class he waited until the other cheerleaders were distracted by some other nonsense to sneak away from them. It was lunch which left Alan with just enough time to look for Stacy. A few minutes later and he finally found her standing alone in the courtyard. She was busy texting but Alan couldn't help but feel awful seeing his girlfriend so lonely. Before he could even approach, Stacy saw him coming, rolled her eyes and got up to flee.
Alan raced after her and eventually saw her go into a bathroom. At first he was planning to wait for her to exit before he chuckled and gave himself a quick smack on the head. "Oh right." He thought "The world sees me as a girl." He entered the bathroom to find staring at the mirror. Before Alan could even speak, Stacy snapped.
"What? What?! What Alice?! What do you have to say to me today? I'm a skank? I'm ugly? Come on what?!" She yelled.
Alan was taken aback, he hadn't thought this through, but he felt awful just leaving her like this... That's when....