What little remained of the old Jen looked around her new room with shock and discomfort. Gone were her posters of the Jonas Brothers and Johnny Depp, now replaced with Goku and Haruhi. Her desk was covered in small Japanese tchotchkes, such as a little Buddha statue and a waving "Maneki Neko" cat figurine. An open box of chocolate-dipped Pocky sticks sat next to her Ranma 1/2 alarm clock, where once sat a small bag of Doritos.
Looking in her closet, Jen found that all her clothes had been re-fitted for her new height and measurements. Many different cosplay costumes and kimonos had also been mixed in with her more normal clothes. Reaching in at random, she pulled out an Orihime cosplay costume top with boob implants that were exactly the same size as...her old ones. Her shock gave way to anger as the last vestiges of her mind struggled in vain against Kyle's curse.
"This...this isn't possible! This can't be happening to me! M-Masaka! This is all that Kyle's fault! I'll never forgive-Yurusanai!"
But even as she shrieked her final word, her old mind finally gave up and melted away. Now all that remained was the new Jen, the dorky Jen, the anime super-otaku Jen. A thought entered her new mind, eager to fill the void of the old one's abscence: Sailor fuku weren't against the school dress code, were they? Iya, sou ja nai. She slid on the white outer shirt and tied on the pink ribbon as the facts of her new life flooded into her head.
Sono Kairu no yattsu! He thought he knew more about anime than she did, did he? The two of them both shared that same love of all things Japanese, but it had somehow turned into a heated trivia contest/debate between them whenever they crossed paths. It was almost as if they were both too awkward to make the next move, even though they were both attracted to each other. Hitching up her ruffled skirt, Jen left her home, certain that today would be the day that she woudl beat him.