“And for your transform – since you think freshman are such losers, you’re going to be even younger than one. You’re body is…”
“Forget it, dipshit!” she screamed angrily, but also somewhat desperately as she slammed the phone down and disconnected. She hoped that by cutting him off,
she could avoid whatever he might try to do with the curse. A curse! It was totally ridiculous anyway. Nervously, she checked her reflection in the mirror. She
looked just the same as before – no transformation, no changes. Well, her bra had slipped a little, but that wasn’t surprising after how upset she’d been. She
tugged it back into place, surprised at how loose the cups seemed. No doubt Martha had messed things up when she’d washed it. She also tugged at her skirt
which had fallen a bit lower on her hips. Tossing the single sock she’d picked aside, she tried on a pair of tights, only to find that they also seemed too loose, and
wrinkled on her legs. That would never do. They made her legs look positively skinny. She tugged her skirt up again and settled on some standard athletic socks
since she would be doing cheerleader practice first anyway. Afterwards, she’d just wear a pair of sandals. She pulled her cheerleader shirt on, then cursed when
her hands briefly became lost in its arms. The shirt hung loose on her upper body, the bottom dropping to mid thigh. What the hell? Martha must have screwed up
again, or maybe she’d grabbed the wrong uniform after classes. She tucked it in, finding it also helped her skirt fit better, and put on her shoes.
No things were clearly getting ridiculous. Even her shoes seemed loose. A brief moment of panic about whether the curse could be working. Before she could
examine herself more closely to explore her fears, she heard her friend Dawn’s voice at the door.
“Come on! I’ve been waiting out here like forever. We’re gonna be late.”
Cursing silently, Jennifer went to meet her friend and fellow cheerleader, once more tugging at her increasingly poorly fitting skirt and top.
“What’s with your clothes?” Dawn demanded, eyeing Jennifer’s loose uniform critically.
“Nothing. Martha screwed up or something,” Jennifer insisted, hoping that was the case.
Dawn continued to stare, now at Jennifer’s face. It looked odd. Softer, rounder maybe, and with the nose less defined. Her ears stuck out a little.
“You ok? You look…different.”
Jennifer paled. “Different?” she squeaked, her voice seemingly jumping an octave. “What do you mean different?”
Dawn shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe you got your hair cut or something?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jennifer seized on the suggestion. “Now, can we just get out of here?”
She hurried by her friend, hoping to forestall further comments. Dawn did a quick double-take when she noticed that she could see over Jennifer’s head. Weren’t
they the same height? She looked to see if there was something weird about their shoes, then once more shrugged and followed her out.