Kicking your feet back and forth, losing yourself completely to the feeling of wanting to draw a really pretty picture, you slowly begin to sketch out something on the piece of paper. After a bit, you look at what you have drawn, unsure if it is a fishtail or a mermaid tail.
Placing the tip of the crayon back onto the paper, you think for a moment and then begin to draw. As you do this, your picture started to look something like an anthropomorphic unicorn with a mermaid tail instead of legs. In one hand it's holding what appeared to be a book of some sort. But had you really be paying attention, you would have realised that a change was occurring with not only you but those around you as well.
Slowly, you short-sleeved shirt lost the sleeves, turning itself into a tank-top, with two ties on each shoulder knotted into a bow. Two pink flowers stitched themselves into the front of the shirt...while the fabric itself grew in length until it would fall just past your knees were you to stand up.
As the neck line turned bright blue with a floral print, your blue jean pants darkened until they were black, with a white splatter-like pattern around the cuffs...almost as if someone had spilt bleach on them. The zipper of your pants shifted to clothe and then sewed itself into one piece, while the button shifted until it became nothing more than a decoration on the front, hinting at the possibility of something that wasn't there.
As the back of pants, along the waist line, took on an elastic look, your underwear shifted to a pair of pink panties. And as this took place, your socks shrunk until they just barely came up to your ankles and a little white bow appeared on each one.
Next your shoes shifted from the canvas high-tops, something you had bugged your mother for all summer, changed into a pair of white imitation leather with Velcro straps instead of laces.
Last, a piece of soft pink fabric gently wrapped itself around your neck and then arched up behind your ears and across the top of your head, where it was pinned in place by a couple of Bobbie-pins. As the pink and white bow formed on top of the rope-looking article, your hair began to grow out and down past your shoulders, adding a necessary piece to keep the bow in place.
And just as you're finishing your picture, and were about to notice what has happened to not just you but several other students, the bell for lunch rings and Missus Hopkins called out, "Everyone line up now. No pushing. Behave yourselves," and then you found yourself being herded out of the class and down to the school cafeteria for lunch. And what you saw drove the possibility of even studying other kids completely from your mind.
All around you, the halls look more and more like the elementary school and less like the school you went to this more...which confused you even more because you cannot even remember the name or location of the school.
Lunch passed in a blur and before you could really give it a second thought, you began talking to a couple of girls about stuff you thought of as being rather girly...and then found yourself outside for recess playing hopscotch and jump-rope with the girls after lunch had concluded.
Afterward, you return to Missus Hopkins class, noting that the girls are going to a different classroom. Taking your seat, the teacher takes out a box of Crayola Crayons and thinking, "What now," you watch as she moves around the room, allowing students to take one crayon. And as she does, it slowly dawns on you that something is off about the class.
Next to you, you best friend Jenny is wearing baggy jeans instead of the normal skirts she wears. Two rows over, Billy is wearing a one-piece dress with floral patterns on the skirt part. And the more you notice, the more you realise that the person next to you isn't your friend and was actually name Johnny.
A clicking noise distracts you and looking toward it, you see Missus Hopkins holding the box of crayons in the same manner as the social studies teacher had. Reaching forward, thinking, "Please not a pink crayon...please not a pink crayon...please not a pink crayon..." and hoping for something to explain what is going on, you withdraw a yellow crayon from the box.
Missus Hopkins doesn't say anything and continued on with what she was doing. After she had completed the task, she returned the box to the drawer she had pulled it from and looking at the class, she announced, "This is a free period. Draw whatever comes to mind. Family, friends, hobbies, nature, pets, fantasy...it doesn't matter. You may begin." and then sat down at the desk in front of the classroom.
Looking at the crayon, you suddenly realised that at some point Missus Hopkins had placed a piece of paper onto your desk. Thinking, "Probably when she was passing out the crayons," you pull the paper closer, wanting suddenly to draw a picture of a fox.