"HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER! HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!"
This was the noise that Jennifer suddenly awoke to. It turned out to be an alarm clock, a steel gray box with a red digital read-out. She shut the noisy contraption off and got out of bed. She stretched the sleep out of her system, and looked around her room.
Wait, hold on, was this even her own room anymore? This place looked less like the room of a popular girl/cheer captain, and more like
a bratty tomboy/mma fan/popular girl sort of room. Her bed looked like it were wrought from titanium, and the walls were colored gray, like concrete. She had a pink rug over a hardwood floor, and among the posters on the walls for popular pop groups were punk rock bands, mixed martial artists, and Micheal Bay movies. There were her usual girly knickknacks on the shelves, but there were also some wrestling memorabilia, and a fair few vinyl figures of monsters. In one corner of her room hung a heavy-bag that has seen a fair amount of use, and in another there was an umbrella stand full of things like baseball bats and lead pipes. Her closet door had a full size mirror, so she decided to take a look at herself in it.
Jennifer looked about a foot and a half shorter than she remembered. Her boobs, her butt, and her thighs saw significant upgrades each, and she looked a little more muscular too. Her blonde hair was cut into a bob that framed her face. The only clothes she had on at the moment were compression panties. This gave Jennifer the perfect view of her body's transformation, and a chance to check herself out. She honestly felt a little turned on by her bad self. She felt a confidence well up within her, as a glowing blue aura surrounded her.
Huh, that's new.
Well, time to get dressed, so into her closet she went. Whatever world Kyle had dumped her into, he'd better have left her with some trendy clothes. Well, she never would have guessed that she would end up becoming the owner of a whole wardrobe of identical karate gi. Much less the fact that she had no bras to speak of, but plenty of athletic tape, so that's how she wrapped up her chest. She was able to do it in a way that both supported her boobs, and let them jiggle happily. She even managed cleavage into her wrap. She decided to wear a plain, white gi with a red belt. It fit her perfectly, even despite the exposed midriff notwithstanding. She didn't seem to own any shoes either, which was a little saddening since she loved shoe shopping. She accessorized with a tied, red headband, and a pair of red finger-less gloves. She looked like she was cosplaying as a fighting game character, which for all she knew may as well be the case.
When she exited the closet, she was just in time to see something crash in through her bedroom window. It looked like a zombie wearing a karate gi, and it looked angry. It stalked over towards Jen, and got ready to throw a punch. Jennifer quickly responded by giving the undead creature a sharp kick in the gut. The zombie doubled over from its injury, allowing Jen to follow up with a swift volley of repeated punches, the last one launching the zombie back out the window. She watched it burst into dust and guts as it crashed onto the pavement below.