Jon stared at the sheet of paper for a good five minutes into the test, not knowing where to begin. Finally he set his pen to the page and began, utilizing a combination of hasty recollection and blatant guesswork.
Even if he were not under the blinding influences of the wish, Jon would have been too focused as it reaped new changes as he labored away. His eyebrows shrunk into fine black lines against his pale skin, his lashes grew thick and curly under his heavy make up. His Adam's apple melted away into his throat. His chest was continuing to slowly swell, and though his blossoming breasts were still but buds, not even enough to fill an A cup.
As Jon turned in the test, he glanced back across the classroom, which was in no way unusual unless one noticed Lucy Corinth lurching out of the room, all of her usual pep forgotten. But of course he didn't notice, and returned to his seat, his new bubble butt giving him extra cushion. He spent the next few minutes murmuring with Linda, failing to so much as bat an eyelash as his companion shed four more years of age.
Apparently Tremaine had run out of ammunition after her pop quiz, and grudgingly let the students socialize for the last few minutes not consumed slaving away over the quiz. A clamor descended upon the room, and Jon's usual resentment of the masses boiled over. He looked around the room for an easy target, and found it in the form of Athena Duncan, the nerdiest kid in school.
He fell on her like a hawk upon its prey. "So tell, me now, Athena, what genetic syndrome drove you to take up interests so damn masochistic as elves and space men? Do they distract you from the fact that you're going to die a shriveled old virgin, still clutching your worthless little fucking dollies and discs even in death?"
The bespeckled girl was caught completely unaware, and had only just begun to stammer something out as Jon pressed his attack. "I mean look at yourself. Even if you discovered a little something called personal hygiene, you're still overweight, incapable from telling a shirt from a garbage bag, and just classically downright fucking ugly. It's little shits like you that make even the stupid ants that fill this room feel good about themselves to be so arrogant as to think they matter at all. You know what, you're just fucking pathetic, so much so I have no idea why I'm even bothering to enlighten you on the matter." He stormed off, heels clomping loudly, though a bit of the tension from being surrounded by these fucking sheep all the time was released.
No sooner had Jon returned to where Linda was sitting than the final bell went off, the signal to the end of another infinitely stupid school day.
"So should we head towards your house, or mine?" Linda asked Jon.
"Fuck that," he replied. "My bitch of a mother won't be home until late tonight. Let's find Jay and hit the town!"
