“Transform!”
There was a pause at the other end of the line as Kyle took in Jennifer’s response. With a deep breath, he composed in his head the perfect plan.
“Jennifer Smith,” he said, “let me ask you a question first. What do you think of your body?”
“Uh-uh, dipshit!” Jennifer snapped, “Don’t you try anything with that! I worked hard to get this perfect cheerleader body. Years of acrobatics classes, cardio training, and perfect diet to stay as trim and limber as possible. So if you think I’m about to let you throw all of that grueling effort in the garbage just because you got a little butthurt about me and my gals pantsing you, then you got cheese whiz where your brains should be, buddy!”
“Oh relax, I wasn’t planning on transforming you into anything gross or weird or whatever,” Kyle said in some kind of a snide, almost pleased with himself tone, “No, far from it. In fact you get to keep your perfect, sexy little body. Except no one else around you is going to think of it as quite so perfect as you do!”
“What do you mean?” Jennifer cocked an eyebrow.
“What I mean is,” Kyle said, “for your transformation, your body is going to wind up in another world that has far different beauty conventions from ours! You’ll be yourself in your own so called perfect body, but you’ll be considered unattractive compared to everyone you’re surrounded by. I’ll leave whatever happens next up to you? Do you try to change yourself to fit in? Change the world into what you want? Either way, prepare to feel out of place for a while, Jennifer!” With that, he hung up.
A colossal wave of vertigo struck Jennifer as she felt the world spin like a record on fast forward. Colors swirled and blurred together into a mess of shapes and hues as the world around her transformed into her new reality.