Sarah struggled out of her bed, her legs now completely useless. Crawling to her bathroom, she grimaced as her bearded face and bald head appeared in the mirror. Pulling herself up onto the toilet, Sarah reached into her shower managed to retrieve her razor.
Nearly half an hour later, Sarah's face was bloody and nicked in several places, but thankfully devoid of that horrible facial hair. Much to her relief the face beneath the hair looked largely the same, though her eyebrows had shifted to a fiery red. The soot marks had spread, and there was little Sarah could do about that, but at least the beard had made no attempts at growing back yet.
With that done, she crawled to her desk, pulling herself awkwardly into her computer chair. She took a minute to catch her breath, exhausted from having to drag her body weight across her room. Clearly she needed to find a way out of this nightmarish situation. But she couldn't do that if she was paralyzed from the waist down.
Sarah looked around her room, trying to find something she could jury rig into a function aid for movement.
"I was just talking about how much of a waste all the space around the football field is," Karyn said, explaining to Steve and Jon. "I mean, we devote so much time and effort to this area of the field, but completely neglect the rest."
"I assume this is a recent idea you conceived?" Steve asked. He noted with slight dissatisfaction Karyn was now taller than him.
"Well, yeah..." Karyn relented
Jon walked over to his friend, placing a hand on her shoulder. While Karyn had showed almost no signs of change this morning, she was nearly as altered as Jon at this point. Her hair was brown as even wilder than it was before her misplaced wish. Her body now looked practically matronly in proportions, with wide hips and a curvy build. "Look, Karyn, I know its hard, but don't lose yourself too much to all this," Jon said, managing a weak smile.
Karyn paused. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Man, look at you. Your hair is even longer than mine."
Jon gave a less than manly giggle. "Yeah, guess you're right."
"And will you be alright, Biff?" Steve asked, looking up at his friend.
Biff blinked, as if coming out of a trance. "Yeah yeah, I think so. Don't really know what happened there."
"Well then, now what?" Jon asked, looking to Steve.
