A digital voice chimed up. "Loading parameters... program popular.exe." Lily lay nervously as there was a mechanical hissing and she saw a blue light whirring up and down her. "Initiating..."
She felt a tingle in her scalp, screwing her eyes shut as the noises got louder, the light whooshing back and forth like a photocopier. Unbeknownst to her, her dark hair was turning blonde, starting at the roots and moving out to the length, the hair lengthening a little: popular teenagers didn't have bobs, her hair was shoulder-length and loose. Her face imperceptibly began to youthen, becoming softer, rounder, her skin a little blotchier, although next to the other acne-ridden teenagers she'd look fantastic.
Overall, her entire skin began to deage, things that had sagged or stretched snapping back into place, some scars vanishing, some muscle tone softening as physically she reverted to 18 years old.
Suddenly she felt a pressing weight, eyes snapping shut as she cried out, "What's happening?!" Even her voice sounded younger, God, this was humiliating. She looked down to see her hospital gown bulging. Her tits... oh my god, they were enormous, they looked like... like... basketballs! "Let me o- ow!" she squealed as two needle arms folded out and suddenly injected into her temples, a short sharp shock temporarily breaking her train of thought.
Flopping onto her back, she felt herself being pulled out of the machine, not fully aware that even her mindset had been reset to eighteen. She looked about nervously at all these older, officious-looking men, now all 15-20 years older than her, hunching in on herself as she sat up, looking down at herself. Her chest was unfamiliarly large, and looking back, she swore her arse had more padding on it. "This is so weird..." she mumbled, not making eye contact.
"Well, this has been a success!" smiled the man she'd first met when she came in. "But you'll have time to process later, we've a whole class to transform!" He snapped his fingers, and Lily found a couple of women in white coats bustling her off, not giving her time to think as she was taken to an antechamber, measured up. She had a moment of disgust to find her cup size was now 30J. Of course she'd be popular, no one'd take her seriously, though! But after that, they'd thrown clothes in a suitcase and led her off and there'd been a train, she thought, and now... Well, she was in a boring single dorm room, nothing but an en-suite, a bed and a desk. Was this her life now? Did she really have to go to school tomorrow?