Jon couldn't wait for this dumb class to get over with. He was sure that his friend Stephanie was skipping class today and really wished that he could have joined her. He looked around the room, momentarily glancing back at Sarah, who was seated behind him. He did a double-take, noticing that the tips of her blonde hair were dyed an unnatural red color. Was that new? He couldn't stand that entitled cheerleader bitch, but he had to admit that her cosmetic change was for the better. Frankly, he didn't think any of the "elite" at the school even desired to have dyed hair, unless it was of the blond nature.
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Zoe was satisfied. She was ready for school. Now she just needed her mom to get her a note to give to the school, to explain why she was late. Though ... what kind of explanation would that be? She supposed her mom could just make up something. Ever since she was adopted by the Gibson family, she noticed her mom going out of her way to make her life as easy as possible. Wait a minute ... adopted? But she wasn't ...
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror again. An obvious black girl looked back at her. She felt silly. Of course she was adopted. Why did she think otherwise? Shaking her head, she headed to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened up, revealing her mom, now dressed in her normal professional attire. Though it seemed to be tailored differently, as if to show off her curves. She was also wearing a bit more make-up than usual, making her look a bit sexier. But Zoe didn't mind. If her mom wanted to look pretty, she didn't have a problem with it. "Mom, I need a note for school."
Linda nodded. "Sure, but first I need to make sure Mikey is ready to go." She went to Mikey's door and knocked. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. I'm ready," Mikey said, opening the door. He looked at his mom and Zoe, wondering if they had changed more. But obviously they hadn't, right? After all, he had just put an end to the changes with his last wish. Or so he thought.
So with that, Linda wrote a note for her adopted daughter Zoe, then gave a ride to Mikey and Zoe to their schools, before heading to work herself.
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"You okay, Melissa?" asked Amber Levine, a fellow cheerleader. "You seem sluggish."
"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm coming down with something."
"You know, maybe it's time to get contacts," Amber suggested. "Then you wouldn't have to wear those god-awful glasses."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. They are pretty awful. But they were the only ones I could get for my prescription." She took the glasses off. Everything was blurry, so she put them back on. And that's when she noticed that muscular black lesbian girl Melony Tyne. She was checking her out, which made Melissa feel uncomfortable. She turned away, hoping that if she didn't look at Melony that maybe she wouldn't look at her like that anymore.
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Biff just had to stop. He didn't care if the PE teacher was yelling at him. He was exhausted! If this kept happening, how was he going to play football? He blinked. Did he just wonder about playing football? That was ridiculous. He didn't play football ... unless it was a football video game. Sure, he wasn't overly overweight or anything, but he definitely was not in the right physical shape to be doing sports. And, frankly, he just didn't have the interest.
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Leonard squirmed a little in his desk chair. Why did he put on such tight pants today? Sure, he wasn't fat or anything, but was it really that important to favor fashion over comfort? He looked down at the blue tank-top he was wearing, momentarily wondering where his T-shirt went, but then remembered that this was what he had put on that morning. It was strange to think otherwise.
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Grace Littleton looked around the police precinct, not knowing what to expect. Already, quite a few changes had happened to the woman. She had lost over fifteen years of her life, no longer considered to be elderly. Now in her upper 50's, she was also wearing darker colors - black and gray, mainly. But that was what she preferred. But she wasn't some miscreant. She had to let the police understand that she hadn't broken into that apartment, that it was just a mistake. If she were still elderly, maybe that explanation would fly, but now in her 50's ... probably not.
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Now dressed in her normal clothing (a light gray T-shirt and black miniskirt), Stephanie headed to school. She momentarily wondered if she should make it official and just skip school, but that felt like a bad idea. A girl like her needed a good education. Odd ... she never felt like before, did she? She was sure that she was going to get in trouble for missing her morning classes, like usual, but she felt that she kind of deserved the punishment. No student should ever skip class. It just wasn't right.
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By the time Zelda got to school, she had to enter her third period class already in session. She felt embarrassed that she was late. That was odd, because usually she didn't give a fuck. But right now, she was feeling very unlike herself. But that probably had to do with that weird thing that happened at her friend Jon's house, where she found herself wearing his 11-year old brother Mikey's clothing. That really unsettled her.
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Athena had poured over her occult books, trying to find some explanation for what was happening, but it all came to nothing. She couldn't find anything that would explain any of this. Frustrated, she sighed, then grabbed another book. That was strange. It was a children's book. What was that doing on her bookshelf?
