Jon needs a plan B

Then the idea hit me, something that would obviously make the situation appearant to others.
"And finally, you need a nice pair of horns. Without them, you'll be spotted in seconds." I folded my arms in self-admiration.
"Your help has seem to run its course for now. I am fully aware that no human has any sort of horns. Your weak attempt to trick me shall be reason enough to keep you here." With that, she flicked her wrist at me. My body tensed up, and then everything changed. My body informed me of what was going on way quicker than my eyes could. I could tell I was way lighter and shorter. The dimensions of my body felt foreign, and I was definatly wearing something differant. I looked down and saw the body of an adolescent girl, with brown skin. I had a tight sleeveless top on, with a large aray of colors and patterns on it. Two little bumps protruded from my chest, feeling tender on the inside of my shirt. I had a shin-lengthed dress on with the same types of colors and patterns, ankle rings, and brass bracelets on my wrists. I took note of how my smooth crotch looked and felt. The sensitivity was impressive. Before I could examine any further, Stone Julie spoke.
"Nobody will believe your story, especially now that you are a young Persian girl. How do you feel, Jon?" She asked. I opened my mouth and started to give her a piece of my mind, when I notice that not only did I have a very unthreatening voice, but I was speaking a foreign language. I didn't even understand myself, but no matter what I said, it came out foreign.
"Exactly what I thought." Stone Julie made her point. "Now, I will venture into the world and learn. I see no reason why either of you should be gone when I get back." I watched helplessly as she walked oddly down the hallway and out the door. This was bad. I immediatly ran for the phone, but quickly fell to the ground out of inexperience in this body. My small chest hit my forearms when I hit the ground and shot needles of pain through my brain. I rubbed my head and felt I had my nose pierced and that my hair was in a small bun on the upper back of my head. I should really see how rediculous I look sometime, but for now, more important things are at hand. I managed to awkwardly stand up, trying to adjust to my new center of gravity and the annoying clanking of my jewelery.
"Jon?" I voice asked. It was Chad, I hardley recognized the weight-distorted voice. "Jon, what are we gonna do? Where are you, I can't stand up or really change position for that matter." I walked over to Chad, clinking all the way. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Good lord, Jon, she did a number on you, too! Are you like some Hindu Princess or something?" I tried to respond to him, but upon hearing my words, I remembered my affliction. "Oh, man! Thats even worse! Can you still understand what I'm saying?" He asked. I nodded my head in confirmation.
"Good! Alright, I'm not gonna ask what the hell is going on, because I'm sure you couldn't really tell me if you wanted to. So, lets asses the situation. I've got man boobs the size of large watermelons, about five chins, and enough surface area to be considered a small country. Talking takes the breath out of me. You on the other hand, cannot speak english, but you can still walk around, at least. I wouldn't recommend going out in public like that, though." Its not like I would ever want to go out in public like this, anyway. Just then, I remembered Karyn. We could page her at school, and Chad could explain the situation over the phone. I held up a finger to get Chads attention.
"Yea? One? Idea?" He guessed. I nodded my head and begin to mimick dialing a phone.
"Okay, dial, call...call who? Who would believe us?" Chad asked. I swallowed hard and then tried to form the words in my mouth.
"Kreen!" I said, only to be met by a quizical look on Chads face. It was so frustrating not being able to mouth my words correctly. "Kuuureeen. Kuuaarreeennn. Kuaren!" I managed to squeeze out.
"Karyn! That girl you hang out with. She'll really believe us?" He asked, a little bit of saliva dribbling down his cheek. I nodded my head and Chad started to formulate a plan.