Tiffany giggled. "What's so funny?" asked Katie. She paused; did her voice sound different?
"What you just said," Tiffany chortled. Katie looked down at herself and gasped.
Her blue-jean mini-skirt had changed into a puffy blue skirt covered with pink hearts and trimmed with yellow lace. The skirt was puffed out by a yellow petticoat. Yellow bloomers covered with blue polka-dots adorned her legs, leading to red and yellow striped socks. Her sneakers had changed into mary janes that matched her skirt and were at least a size '17.
Above the waist, Katie now wore puffy yellow blouse bordered in red and white gloves had somehow appeared on her hands. Katie shoved back her left sleeve; the skin was as white as milk.
Katie was suddenly aware of a touch of red between her eyes. Her hand reach up and touched her nose; it was nearly as big and round as a tennis ball. Gingerly she touched it. HONK!
Tiffany was on the floor, laughing her head off. "It's not funny!" Katie cried out; but even she could hear how silly and squeaky her voice had become.
"I'm sorry," said Tiffany. She reached into her purse and took out a compact. "Wanna look?"
Katie didn't but took the compact. Opening it, her jaw dropped at her reflection.
Her face was the same milky white as the skin on her arm. Her lips, however were the same happy red shade as her nose, and stretched and plumped into a big smile from ear to ear. The hollows of her eyes were filled with dark blue, outlined in black, and she had enormous black eyelashes. Katie's cheeks were rouged a bright pink and filled with three blue-black freckles each.
The biggest shock was Katie's hair. From auburn it had gone to bright blue and curled into ringlets; red curly-haired scrunchies held it in twin high ponytails.
Tiffany kept on laughing. "I'm sorry, Katie," she apologized between guffaws, "but you look so funny!" Katie scowled at her friend-or tried to, with her mouth stuck in this stupid smile. Tiffany only laughed harder; even Katie's attempt to look disgusted was funny.
Katie spotted the book laying where she dropped it. She walked-or rather waddled-over to the book and picked it up.
Nothing happened.
Tiffany was still laughing. Katie got an idea. "Here catch!" Automatically Tiffany reach up, grabbed the book-and then was blasted across the room.