The little girl that Sarah had become suddenly snapped out of it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." It was bizarre hearing that at such a high pitch, out of such a tiny body, from a mouth coated with braces. Sarah started fumbling with her new outfit, almost as though trying to pull it off, but she clearly had no idea what she was doing.
"Calm down, calm down," I said hurriedly. My voice sounded awful, like a tiny whine. How could anyone take me seriously if I sounded like this? "Do you have your phone? Maybe we can call somebody? This has to be just a trick somehow."
She felt around her new jumper. "This thing doesn't have any pockets. Where'd my phone go? Do you have your phone? A wallet? Anything?"
I felt into my pockets. Nothing. Just the flat nothing of the inside of awkward navy dress pants. It made me feel naked, almost.
"I look like such an idiot," she whined. "Look at my hair. And these teeth. I have buckteeth. Look at this."
I did. She was right. The bottoms of her two front teeth poked out and sometimes protruded over her bottom lip, depending on how she set her mouth. "Well, at least you're not covered in pimples," I said. "I swear I never had this many pimples."
"We've got to find someone to help us." Sarah flopped down into her aluminum chair. Her legs were barely long enough to touch the floor, now. I stayed standing. It felt a little better this way, even if I'd lost almost a foot in height and a good sixty pounds in weight. My spindly arms looked like toothpicks poking out from my tucked-in white polo.
"Teacher," Sarah said suddenly. She was right. An adult had appeared in the corner of the room. She was peering over the homework of some students gathered together in a group. "What are we going to do? She's not going to recognize us. She's going to know we're not students here."
"Well, that's a good thing, right? We can tell her what happened."
"She's going to think we're nuts," Sarah said. "Maybe ... " But suddenly, the teacher had turned towards us and was marching over, her high heels clicking on the linoleum of the cafeteria floor. "Shit. What are we going to say?"