Karyn woke up dazed, her first sensations of something unusually soft beneath her, but as consciousnesses rose in her so too did a familiarity with the feeling of her blanket beneath her, she must be waking up in her bed. She liked the soft feeling, it always made her want to stay in bed, but as she opened her eyes and looked around her room shook her awake. She was surrounded by alien things, all of them in their place, but none of them her's...well almost none of it, that was her dresser, her window, her desk (now covered in cosmetics and pictures), her small TV (Now with a lacy bra hanging in from the screen). Her closet but not her clothes. She got up from the bed and smoothed out her blanket, which oddly was the only thing that matched the alien stuff in her room, she remembered buying it and thinking she didn't love the pink color, but she did love the comfort of it and that was enough, after all she was a girl, she was allowed some comforts and a little pink.
What a mess, she thought to herself as she opened her closet, now massively overstuffed with girly dresses, pink camisoles, yoga pants, skirts and not one but two different sets of cheerleader outfits, along side, or mostly covering all of her T-shirts, non painted on or bedazzled jeans, or sweaters. It was as if her worst enemy had turned into a monster and swallowed her closet. She now had a problem, how was she going to get rid of all of this stuff? It was too much to just put in a bag and say she was donating, her mom would notice, as would everyone, and that much attention could bring down Sarah and Kara, whoever they were now, on her head.
As she looked at a dress she recognized another problem, none of these were in her size. Sarah was three inches shorter than Karyn at 5 foot 6 inches, and outside of the chest size they only too recently started to share, she was a whole lot smaller than Karyn. Not that Karyn was big, but when you wear a sweater and jeans most of the time it really doesn't matter if you put on a few pounds, no one sees it but if Karyn was to wear any of this stuff, people would see it, people would see everything, so not only was she saddled with this stuff, she wasn't going to be able to fit into it. The same was true for the shoes, which stacked on the floor in tidy piles, organized by style and color, and all of them too small for her feet. Then, most offending, there was the cheerleader outfits, that at least she could trash she thought, that at least she could get rid of. She pulled one off the rack, and held it against herself in then turned to look at the full length mirror which now was on the back of her closet door, she turned and appraised herself, guessing what it would be like to wear it, what would it mean if this was actually hers? and found herself saying "like, this is totally nuts" before tossing the garment out of the closet, where it landed on the bed, not the trash, as she had intended.
She turned to leave, and assess the rest of the damage done to her room, when her foot caught on a shoe, and the sweater she was wearing caught on a hook, and as she stumbled out of the closet, it ripped wide and long, exposing her from right shoulder to left breast. In her closet mirror she could see the damage and knew, her sweater, the green sweater which had become her trademark, her safety blanket, was now done for good. She pulled if off and tossed it out the door, where it landed in the trash, not on her bed as she had intended. She stood there naked before a sea of pastels and pinks and little black dresses and she felt judged by all of it, as if her closet felt it was better than her, when suddenly she thought she heard a knock at her door. "Just a minute" she yelped, before instinctively grabbing what she would later know as her favorite red peplum blouse, and tossing it on. At a glance you would think the extra fabric at the end of it would do something to hide what extra she had, but instead it flared out to look like a little skirt above her jeans, it was a shirt designed to show off your waistline, something she wasn't proud of. She sucked it in and stepped out of the closet and to her door, only to find that no one was there.
"Mom? Dad?" she asked. Her mom came around the corner. "I was just making some cookies for some friends who are coming over to look at something I've found, should I save you some?" "No thanks" Karyn uncharacteristically answered, but the pressure of sucking in her tummy made food sound less than fun. Karyn turned to go, when her mom added "Oh I love Your top." Karyn let out a gasp of air and said "Thanks, just trying something out." Suddenly the pressure in her stomach seemed to lessen, she felt comfortable again, and turned to go back to her room.
She saw a desk full of pictures and make up, a bunch of Cosmos and Teen Vogues, a pink K hanging over her bed, and most oddly a pink S laying next to it, all stuff she would need to find something to do with. She saw herself in the mirror, admiring the way her shirt made her waist look small and her breasts look big, almost like she had an hourglass figure, her mom was right, she looked cute. "Well, time to ruin it" she thought, and made an effort to let out her stomach, but nothing happened, everything stayed right where it was supposed to, the shirt fit, and why wouldn't it. It was her shirt. The rest of the room was waiting.
