"Time's up," Kyle said "so you get both. You'll become an elf in front of all your friends. You'll be 2' 2" tall, with pointy ears 6" long, and hair reaching the floor. You'll have rosey cheeks with freckles, and you'll sound like you're on hellium. You'll wear a pink, pointy hat, a pink top with white sleeves that have red stripes, a pink mini-skirt with zig-zag edges, knee-high white socks with red stripes, and pink shoes that end in points, which curl up into swirls at the ends.
Once your transformation is done, everyone else will become elves too, just as short, with ears just as long, voices just as high, and wearing elvish clothing like yours. Then everyone will smile uncontrollably. Everyone will still keep their personalities, but will say everything in a jolly, happy tone, while giggling.
Everything will be just the right size, and have a Chritmas theme to it, and the city will now be near the N. pole.
You and your boyfriend will ride with Santa in his sleigh this year, helpin him deliver toys to all the good little kids of the world, but neither of you will tell anyone, and once the ride is over, the 2 of you will have a choice to make - have everything go back to normal, or stay that way - as elves you'll live longer and age slower.
Have fun!"
"What a freak!" Jen said, after putting the phone down.
What now?