Jennifer couldn’t believe she was even CONSIDERING doing this… placing her fate in the hands of this mega-nerd, when she knew full well what he was going to do to her! Yet, unbidden, the words tumbled out in a breathy rush: “Transform or dare!”
“Transthform! Haw haw!” said Kyle with a dorky laugh.
For a moment Jennifer briefly thought of resisting, of saying something else… she could still turn him into a toad if she wanted! This was her one chance to remain her hot, popular, confidant self; if she gave in now, he would have the power. She thought of this stupid freshman who she and her friends had always picked on, and how much nerdier he must be now.
That did it. Salivating at the thought of the scrawny nerd, she gushed, “I want you to have the power to transform me, whenever you want, however you want!”
“Neat-o!” said Kyle. “Alright Jennifer—or Jenny, as that’ll be your name now— you’ll feel some changeths soon (snort), but you’ll love them I’m sure!!”
Jennifer heard the click of the phone and felt a chill run down her spine. She went to hang up the receiver but instead fumbled in and dropped it to the ground. “Guh!” said, stumbling as she went to pick it up and dropping it once more.
“Gosh!” she said, finally hanging the phone up. She paused… GOSH? Who says that? What am I, some kind of…
Just then, Jennifer caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Her normally long, radiant auburn hair, the envy of every girl in school, was now a dull, mousy brown. As she watched her smooth, tan skin became pale, making it more obvious as it slowly became blotched with zits and acne— her makeup was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes turned from vivid blue to an ugly brown even as she watched them! Worst of all, her front teeth were slowly but surely becoming larger.
“Gosh!” she repeated, her now buck-tooth mouth gaping at her reflection. As she watched, her boobs suddenly began to deflate— soon, she had less chest than the average 7th-grader. She looked down in horror and grabbed the tiny mounds that still remained, only to find that she was now wearing a neatly pressed white blouse with a peter pan collar, buttoned tightly up to her neck. The blouse was neatly tucked into a skirt that began at her midriff and ended at her calves, and possibly had a petticoat underneath it based on the starched scratchy feeling against her legs. She reached down, at first to pull the skirt off in horror and its unfashionableness, but instead found herself smoothing it out! She saw that her legs were covered in white cotton stockings, and a pair of tightly-buckled mary janes encased her feet.
“Oh golly-gosh!” she said. Feeling the collar of her blouse with her now scrawny, pasty-skinned hands, Jenny looked up again at the mirror and found a pair of thick-rimmed spectacles on her face. Her teeth bore an oversized set of glittering metal braces, which, since her upper lip no longer covered up her front teeth unless she forced it to, was exposed for all the world to see. Her now-greasy hair had somehow parted itself perfectly and neatly in the middle, and wound into two perfect pigtail braids, with a line of severe bangs across her forehead. The part of Jennifer that still cared about her looks, that wanted to be the hot bombshell, was horrified. She did her best to give an impish grin, her trademark look that had won over so many boys… almost as a response, her braces glittered back at her in the mirror and another pimple appeared on her nose. That part of her then disappeared, leaving only dorky little Jenny.
“Haw haw!” laughed Jenny and snorted loudly. “Gosh, I sthure just can’t WAIT for Kyle to see thish!”
She heard the phone ring and nearly tripped up on her own gangly legs in a rush to grab it. She clutched the receiver with both hands gleefully. “Yesh???”
Kyle laughed as soon as he heard her. “I knew you’d shtart to see thingsth my way! (snort) How do you feel?”
“Oh, totally super!” announced Jenny, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Golly, I want to see you right now!” As she spoke, she hurriedly began putting on the headgear that had suddenly appeared in her hands, fitting the complex wiring into her braces and pulling the rubber strap around the back of her neck. That hottie Kyle would love this!
“Great! Come on over!” he said.
Jenny hung up. As she attempted to untangle the telephone cord from her headgear, she suddenly remembered…