The boys laugh at your helpless form, doodling on your face and making a mess of you for the day. That evening one of the seniors looks at you, "eh your kind of boring, and your almost all out of room to write on". You plead mentally "let me down!"
"Not just yet", the young man says. If they could, your eyes would widen in shock. "Yeah I heard you, I'm a wizard you see, and it's high time I cast a few spells". The mam holds up his hands and you feel your body changing and becoming more square?
Your body thickens and splits into what feels like different pages, with a seem in the middle". It feels like, your in 12 pages? The senior grins as you begin to catch on. "I'm a calender???".
Yes, but not just any. You feel your upper half twist into a scene, your becoming a picture on your own calender body. But of what? With a grin the young man conjures a mirror from thin air and holds it up you.
Somehow you see a pretty brunette woman in a skimpy Santa costume acting shocked as she puts a present under the tree. You feel a shock too as you realize that's you.
"Im... I'm a pinup calender girl, im miss December!" The senior just smiled, "you look gorgeous, how about I call you Caly? I'm sure the boys will love seeing you each morning. I wonder what you'll look like.next month". With a wink he went off to bed, leaving you to your shock. " oh well" you think, "at least they won't draw on my face anymore". You realize you can see your reflection from a fridge mirror, you do look pretty great. "Hrm, it will be nice to see what I become each month. And what the boys think of me". You think with a mental grin.