"Who are you?" Amber asked the handsome boy she didn't recognize.
He looked at her. "We go to school together," he said, surprised.
Had she really not noticed him? How had they gotten into bed together?
"I'm ... uh ... Walter. Walter Smukmeyer."
"Smukmeyer? That nerdy kid?" she asked, with a bit of condescension in her voice. She thought the guy was joking, but then, as she looked closer to his face, she realized that he was Walter Smukmeyer, a nerd that the popular crowd normally teased. But he wasn't a nerd in the slightest. In fact, he was totally hot. "You really are Smukmeyer. Aren't you?"
"Yes. And this is my bedroom. At least, it was ... before ... whatever happened." He stood up from his bed, holding his bed sheet around his waist as he did. He had no idea how it had happened, but he went from being nearly dressed to being totally naked ... and in bed with Amber, a girl who wouldn't sleep with him, let alone be in the same room with him, in a million years. He looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked to see that he had changed. He looked ... handsome, sexy even. But how was this possible?
Amber looked around for her clothes, assuming they were there, and when she found them, she got a shock herself. Her clothes were a lot tighter and more revealing than usual. In fact, they were the type of clothes that her friend Tiffany Sanders usually wore. Seeing no other choice, she put on the outfit, immediately feeling far too exposed. In the mirror, she looked kind of slutty, especially with all that make-up. Where did that make-up come from anyway?
