As Victor was stutter stepping to class, his body being controlled like a puppet via a spell his friend's mother had cast, the teenage boy remembered back to this morning. It was supposed to just be another normal day. Hang out with Miles while winging it through classes, go home, watch some TV, eat dinner, and go to bed. He had been out drinking with Miles the night before, though he hadn't hit the sauce as much as Miles had. Victor felt had done nothing to deserve this, and yet somehow, some force was trying to turn him and his buddy into something they weren't. Victor was afraid that he was going to totally lose himself and forget who he was, so he tried valiantly to assert his name, his personality, and his memories to himself as Molly's magic forced his body to walk into science class...
As he stepped through the door, Victor was now remembering a completely different life, a flood of new and entirely separate memories invading his brain. Instead of the laid back boy named Victor he had once been, he now thought of himself as a rather exuberant girl name Victoria, and she was a total theater kid. Victoria loved performing. She loved acting, loved singing, and she was just really passionate about the entire process of putting together a show. The redhead had starred in several school plays and musicals already, and she was in the middle of writing her own musical, based on the Riverdale TV show(Copyright friendly, of course!). She recalled dragging her parents and her friend Miles to most of these weekend productions like Thoroughly Modern Millie and Chicago despite Miles only having little interest in theater himself. Victor thought back with butterflies in his stomach when Miles finally admitted that she had talent, especially as a singer, although Miles added that Victoria could be accused of hamming it up sometimes.
Ms. Arroyo didn't comment on Victor's new hairstyle as he signed into the tardy book, Victor himself not noticing that his penmanship was now much neater and featured more embellishment than it had been earlier today. A couple of kids laughed when they saw Victor's hair, but he hardly paid attention as he saw Miles sitting in the back of the class. Victor walked past row after row to join him.