I looked around and saw Sam, a loner who always seemed sad, even when there was no reason to be. Bullies picked on him, but even they had given up because it was so hard to get a reaction. I wished I knew why he was so sad all the time.
OK then. This was going to be easy.
Sam's short hair began to lengthen and turn from a nondescript brown into a fiery red. He turned around, as he couldn't tell what was tickling the back of his neck. Then he turned back and looked down at his chest, as he felt something growing there. He raised his right hand to feel his chest, but then looked with wonder at the hand itself, newly slender and graceful. Quickly he raised his left, to see it was changed in the same way. He touched his chest with his right hand, and plainly felt something under his shirt. He squirmed, as he felt things changing in his lower body. He touched his crotch and kept feeling it, as if something had disappeared.
For the first time in a long time Sam smiled.
"Yo, Sammie" I called. She turned around.