The lights go down as the dress rehearsal begins. Naomi, wearing only grey hotpants, a revealing top with a furry tail and some make-up, comes out first as the big bad she-wolf. Jennifer was the only girl play the Ariel, wearingly an equally skimpy costume.
"Do you think this is in bad taste?" The drama teacher says to the director.
"Of course," he replies. "But they're young adults, they're happy showing off their bodies. Besides, nobody came to see Death of a Salesman. We needed something to get the perverts in."
"Little girl, little girl, let me in!"
"Not by the glow of my hair!"
The drama teacher gives up and leaves.
By the time the wolf comes round to Jennifer's house, the curse begins to take effect. The first changes are subtle; her hair started to grow down her back, her breast grow and grow ever so slightly, pushing her costume's sea-shell out. However, under her costume, they are too discern.
"Little girl, little girl, let me in!", shouts Naomi.
"Not by the-" Before Jennifer is able to finish her line, she lets out a girly giggle. The other girl laughs but Jennifer stands horrified.
"What was that?! This is no time for improvisation!" The director fumes.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened!" Jennifer pleads. "I don't feel too good. I need to go to the bathroom." She runs off-stage.
"I'll go and see what's up with her," Naomi says, removing her wolf ears and running after her friend.