Your first class is science, a class you actually like and enjoy. Sitting at your desk in back of the room, you see the students file in and sit down in their seats. The class starts as usual and you lift your hand to get your binder, but only to find your right index finger is covered in some pink, glittery, substance.
"Stupid girls and their nail polish." You mutter to yourself as you wipe it on your pants, but looking at your finger, the pink substance didn't rub off. Realizing just rubbing won't get rid of it, you raise your hand and asked the teacher if you can go to the bathroom. He nods reluctantly as you run off towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, you try to wash your hands with soap, but all it did was spread it from your fingers to your hands. Giving up, you wipe your hands on your pants again, and feel something unfamiliar. Skin. You look down and you see your pants disappearing where your hands have touched, except the upper part, which is wrinkling out a little. You almost scream, but shakily poke another part of the pants that was still visible. It literally melts away and you touch skin once more.