Heather Drummer was never particularly popular nor was that particularly important to her. Heather was shy and reserved with the appearance of an average looking girl more or less a dog bite scar aside 5’11” 167lbs with C cups, shoulder length brunette hair and some curves.
She had came here with Wayne, Clive, and Trinity but wouldn’t call them close friends. Heather was a Sitting alone pondering what to test it on when Trinity sat beside her.
Trinity: “Watcha doing?”
Heather: “checking out the ring I was given and told to beware, haha.”
Trinity’s eyes lit up she became bombastic jumping at the chance of being a guinea pig for a piece of magic jewelry. Trinity was an extroverted type of girl 6’2” ,198lbs, red hair,D cups, curvy, and mildly athletic she’s known ever since the third grade hence the reason they even hang out with her or date Wayne but her place is at the popular kid’s table. The notion of Trinity wanting to be altered seemed comical to her.
Heather: “Change what?! your perfect. Haha”
Trinity:”mmmhm well, surprise me!”
Shaking her head and looking at her for a moment Heather came up with what she was going to say clearing her throat.
Heather: “So Trinity how’s your mutton chops coming along?”
Trinity:”Pretty good, I look like Chester A. Arthur!”
Nearly jumping back Heather was now playing with newly created cheek hair connected to a well groomed mustache.
Heather:”holy shit!”
Trinity:”it’s not that impressive, Remember when I went there a whole month of refusing to shave for November?”
Heather: (nervous laughter) “H-hey Trinity smooth facial hair free face you’ve got there..”
In a sigh of relief her facial hair disappeared reverting back to the peach fuzz it was. Taken through a loop Heather now knowing what the fortune teller meant was holding a very powerful object.