Jennifer strolled into the building, not noticing as her satin blouse faded into cotton. Jennifer continued into her first class, sitting down gently, crossing her legs with respect as she pulled out a neat looking binder with homework and her notebook.
The class began shortly after. The teacher began his speech while Jennifer paid close attention, taking elegant notes with fair handwriting, until her head twitched. Jennifer scratched her head as a sudden itch appeared. Blinking it off she returned to the lesson, but lest than a few minutes later it returned, now in a different spot on her head. Jennifer scratched again, then again, and again. Jennifer pulled back her hand, her nails starting to gather....dandruff.
Jennifer stood up in a huff, before the teacher could say anything she had stormed out and grimaced as she marched down to the bathroom, her neat skirt transforming into a brand new pair of jeans mid-step.
Jennifer turned into the bathroom, grabbing the sink as she looked in the mirror before gasping in fear. Her hair was a oily mess, split ends and poor maintenance had left her head a basic brown instead of a perfect shine. Well, the only shine her head had now was the sebum that coated her hair. Jennifer's face winced as the one zit had progressed to a full break out as well, covering her forehead and cheeks, old acne scars and red blotches battled for dominance across her face, her eyes formed slight darkened bags underneath as any semblance of makeup or facial care had disappeared.
Jennifer's visible disgust disappeared as her face went neutral, before then snorting loudly, producing a large amount of spit, releasing onto the sinks drain. "I was hoping to get that out, it was bugging me all morning." Jennifer retorted, turning on the sink to flush it away.
Jennifer turned around, wiping her hands on her t-shirt, it was her favorite band, no doubt they could handle a bit of water. Jennifer pulled her hair the best she could into a ponytail, using a hair knot she kept in her pocket before leaving the bathroom.
Jennifer returned to the classroom as she walked casually to her chair, falling into it with a slight whoose, her legs opened wide as she leaned back bouncing her knee. Jennifer looked at her notes at a glance, her handwriting now a while organized, much more freely written with letters written in a hurry than with poise. Jennifer bounced her knee again, each tap of her heel slowly changing her flats to have thicker and thicker soles, the fabric rising to slowly change them into sneakers, her stockings thickened and shortened to modest white crew socks.
Jennifer rolled her eyes at the teacher, she felt like the rebel of the class, as such just blowing of the teacher didn't feel like much of a choice. The nerd was basically asking for it. Jennifer cursed under her breath. "Fucking finally." as the bell rang. Grabbing her bookbag Jennifer hurried out of her classroom back into the hallway.