The next day in English class, John got there early to find that Sally was the only one there. She was showing him her grades when he said to her, "you know what would make you perfect?" and pulled the trigger on the emitter.
John couldn’t help but smile as he thought of the changes his tormentor was about to undergo. Soon, she would lose her messy brown curls and gain well-kempt platinum blonde locks. Soon, her plain form would become considerably more voluptuous.
But none of that happened. Sally still had the same homely, condescending look she had a few moments ago. “Instead of thinking about grammar,” John thought “and, like, words and stuff, she should be thinking about how her shoes totally don’t match her skirt or how she totally needs to be soaking her nails in an aloe vera bath or they will, like, never grow out. I bet that Chronivac, like totally didn’t work.”
John looked down at the device in his hand to make sure it was working. However, it wasn’t his hand he saw holding the device. It was much smaller and delicate, with long narrow fingers and long, well manicured, pink fingernails.
“Ohmigawd!” John cooed in a much higher voice than usual.
The Chronivac worked fine. It was pointed at himself, not Sally.