"*snort* Heh, *giggle followed by a snort* thuper thilly... WAIT, NO, NO, I AM NOT A CLOWN! PLEATH, PLEATH, I DON'T WANT TO BE A THILLY CLOWN!"
Her head throbbed in anguish as she tried to stop the thoughts flowing further and further into her mind. She tried to halt the process of her skin turning chalk white. She could at least somewhat stand being a nerd, but two personalities is enough, and a clown would completely ruin whatever control she had.
"THOP, THOP, I'LL BE A NERD, OKAY, I'LL BE A THUPID NERD, JUST LET IT THOP!"
The mirror's red glow seized, letting the memories stop from going any further. The look of her nerdy clown self still stuck in her mind, and some of her new memories stuck to her like glue. She did feel more bubbly, a tiny bit giggly, but she would have to suppress that side of her. Luckily, the trophies and clown posters were gone. She was just stuck as the nerd, and right now, it was better than being stuck as both nerd and clown together.
"*phew* Tho clothe to being normal again but thill tho far"
She held her tiny chuckles back as she heard her voice lisp away. Half of her was still disappointed by her lisp, yet another half of her was still delighted to have it as just a lisp instead of a clown voice with added lisp. She was getting too accustomed to her new voice quirks, as well as her braces. Thank god she didn't have to wear headwear for her braces, that would be embarrassing enough.
She looked around seeing if there was something else to wear instead of these garage sale, op-shop, slightly moth-eaten clothes. She opened a drawer, scanning something that wasn't a uniform. It wasn't easy, far from it. The button up shirts looked like they were from years and years before, and their colours looked faded and murky. On top of that were piles and piles of graphic-tees, all of them in sizes bigger than what she was before that mirror gave her this reality. Most of them were black, possibly to hide any sweat stains from the public if she went out. She pushed through each shirt and eventually made it to a newer looking baby-blue button up shirt. It... it actually looked rather nice. Far nicer than some of the "smart" outfits that she had before all this.
Next, she would find a dress. Surely, surely, there would be something that wasn't patterned by someone who she imagined was the combined being of the entire 1950's. Something simple. Something that wasn't plad or striped, nothing that reminded her of that outfit that the mirror shown her.
"Heh. *snort* That outfit wath pretty thilly though. Heheheh *snort* Heh, yeah. NO, NO, NOT A CLOWN, NEVER A CLOWN. You can do thith, Jamie, juth remember who you were and try to look like yourthelf again"
Found something, finally! A simple darker, navy-like blue dress. It looked pretty good on her, despite the size she now had. She felt... somewhat confident. She tried to remember that this wasn't the real her, and that Normal Jamie wouldn't own every boxset of Space Warriors on both VHS, DVD and Blu-Ray.
Her mind wandered as she kept looking, wondering what to find, or what to do next!