The pseudo-Sarah giggled and turned away from her, wiggling her round butt and giggling as she sauntered down the hall towards the grounds that the cheerleaders practiced on.
Sarah tried to follow, but she was knocked into the lockers by the violent shove of a passing football player. Once again, she sprawled on the ground and Larry helped her up. When she looked around, she saw that the fake-Sarah was gone.
"Come on, Harold. We'll be late for class." said Larry Willson. Glancing back at the departing jock, Larry sneered "Stupid, fucking asshole." quietly enough that only she could hear.
Sarah started walking with Larry, or rather 'waddling' be more appropriate, as she was fatter than she'd been just a few minutes ago. She looked down at herself, and saw she was 100% male now, without even the exaggerated man-tits that suggested some degree of femininity. She suddenly rushed past Larry, and barreled into the boys restroom. For a second, she felt embarrassed, but that passed at the shock of her...no, HIS appearance.
Reflected in the mirror was an obese, plain-featured young man, wearing the same clothes he'd been given in the principals office, but now without any trace of "Sarah" in his appearance. He was fatter (264 lbs. was the number that popped into his head. That's a lot for a boy of only 5'6" in height) and his face was dominated by a big nose perched on thick, black-framed glasses. His black hair was greasy, and worn long in a pathetic effort to look cool.
Harold Jones. She'd become Harold Jones.
Harold and Larry got to class just before the bell, and the two boys sat together and focused on the lesson at hand. Sarah had managed to get a hold of her...well, himself...and after leaving the restroom, he'd followed Larry in a trance. He was Harold Jones. Arguing that fact would be foolish. He WAS Harold Jones. And he'd guessed that the other 'Sarah' must have been the original Harold Jones.
Maybe a Genie or Leprechaun had switched them? Or the "Medallion of Zulo"? Or that "Persona Exchange Gun" Emma Frost had used on Storm in issue 151-152 of Uncanny X-Men? Sarah could remember hours spent reading stories that revolved around such things. She knew that these were actually Harold's memories, but she could still access them. Harold was a great reader of internet fiction that revolved around the same topics over-and-over again. Sites like "Mind Control Stories" and "The TG Archive" and dozens of Yahoo Groups about transformations.
These phantom memories were more than just intruding on his mind...they were changing it. Harold knew that if he didn't find out what had happened soon, he'd eventually forget that ANYTHING had changed in the first place! He really would become "Harold Jones" both in mind and body.
Then Harold remembered that stone that Sarah had been holding. Could THAT have done this? He'd read plenty of stories about magic rings and such. Perhaps it had been the stone?
After class, Harold asked Larry to help him steal that stone from Sarah. Larry started to argue, but eventually he gave in. Harold was glad that he had a best friend like Larry Wilson. Harold knew that something was wrong with this, but dismissed it as unimportant. What he had to do was get the stone back from that bitch Sarah and...do something with it. He'd forgotten what exactly, but he knew it was important. It had something to do with Sarah. Maybe he'd wish that she was his girlfriend? That would be totally cool! Or perhaps, that she was a nerd just like him? That would show her! Or maybe he'd wish to actually be her? He'd been reading a ton of those TG stories recently, and he'd gotten over the funny way they made him feel. They were actually kinds exciting! What would it be like to be a girl?
But one thing was certain. Whatever power the rock held, he'd share it with Larry. After all, Larry was his best friend. Harold could clearly remember sleeping over at Larry's house, watching scary movies on his VCR, playing Dungeons & Dragons and waiting in line for three days to see the latest "Star Wars" movie. Larry and Harold were practicly joined at the hip. They were as close as brothers.
A snotty bitch like Sarah could never understand what REAL friendship ment.
Now...if only he could remember why he wanted the stone in the first place. It had something to do with a story he'd read. The stone was...magic some how. He couldn't remember how he knew...but he was sure of it.
