Suddenly, Candi's long, lustrous golden hair turned a dull mousey brown, then shortened into an ill-cut, choppy style as it grew greasy and matted. Her face became bloated as her sculpted good looks blurred and melted. Her nose enlarged, her eyebrows darkened and fused into a single "unibrow", and her formerly perfect complexion was marred by a series of pimples and blackheads. A pair of thick, "coke-bottle" glasses materialized on her face. Her stomach grew a ring of fat, which expanded, turning her arms, legs and buttocks plumper, and giving her a double chin. Her clothes also expanded, but at different rates - her skirt was now too much tight, her blouse and blazer much too loose, and her knee socks gathered at her ankles. The once-immaculate uniform was now rumpled and stained. Finally, she shrank in her seat, until she was barely four and a half feet tall.
Breathing through her mouth thanks to perpetually blocked sinuses, Candi looked down at herself, dimly aware something was wrong. "Uuuuuuh," she whined in her now nasally voice, "What's wrooong with meeee?"
Gracie looked over at her with a look of contempt. "What isn't wrong with you, Gilmore?!" she snarled. "And what's the big idea, coming back here to sit with us, anyway?!?"
"Buuuut, uuuuuh, aren't we like, friends or something?"
Gracie laughed cruelly. "Me?!? Friends with Candice Gilmore, the biggest little dweeb in school?!? Like, Hello!"
"Buuuut..."
"Miss Gilmore!" Finster said from the front. "You are in enough trouble as it is without adding talking in class to the list! And I suggest you stop s well, Miss Lowe, unless you wish to join her!"
Gracie nodded sullenly. Candice, now transformed fully into her own mental image of a "little dweeb", only stared back, blinking and squinting through her glasses.
