Jenny stood, a paragon of dorkiness, on the stoop of a guy who an hour ago she would never have been caught dead talking to. She knocked and waited, nervously fiddling with a pigtail. She was so shy now she couldn’t even make eye contact when his neighbor passed by, looking at this hopelessly nerdy girl— all she could do was stare furiously are her mary janes, which were so neat and shiny that she could see her own buck-toothed, zit-ridden, spectacled face. Someone who had known the old Jennifer would only barely recognize this meek little nerdette as the hot, confident girl she once was.
Kyle grinned widely as he opened the door and beheld his creation. He had always found Jennifer attractive, and bringing her down to his level only made her more so, while simultaneously guaranteeing that no other guy would give her the time of day… even if she wasn’t obsessed with him, thanks to the transformation, he was the best she could do!
Meek little Jenny allowed herself to be led into her new boyfriend’s house. She desperately wanted him, but poor Jenny had never even kissed a boy before and was paralyzed with fear. ‘Gosh,’ she thought, ‘How lucky am I that a cutie like Kyle even invited me over!’ Jenny found herself blushing and avoid Kyle’s eyes out of nervousness.
“Well my dear (snort), there’s sthomething I want you to do now…”