I was nearly to the cheer practice, and boy, did I ever have a plan that would just wow them. I looked over while passing by, and 50 feet away, I could see Biff running and catching the ball. Yeah, that’s my guy, I thought. You show them, babe! Turning back, I saw some of my friends from the previous year.
I waved eagerly and called out to them as I quickened my step. “Girls, I have a great new idea for a cheer we can use to make the big boys just rise to the occasion!” I said as I came near. “But first, you have just got to see my new nail job!”
They jumped up and down giggling as they gathered around me. I held my hands forward and they oohed and aahed with pure joy, voices almost squeaking and speechless. Tiffany leaned forward and reached out, saying when she could finally find the words, “I just love that light pink, girl, that is so you!” She touched my hands with hers, and just at that very moment, that’s when it happened.
I looked down. “Oh my God!” My hands were ugly and huge, no sign of my lovely manicure, and my nails way too short! These hands felt rough, like many blisters had gone through them long ago, leaving strong callouses. And these strangely looked like Biff’s hands! My arms were huge, with rippling muscles, and ewwww! So hairy! My feet had ripped through my pink tennies, easily twice as big as they were before, if not even bigger, my cute nail color gone. And this beer gut, so gross! When did this happen!?
The girls’ breaths had caught in their throats, but now they seemed to find their voices again, as they suddenly started screaming and backing away from me. I quickly reached out to Tiffany, who seemed to have a lot of drastic changes on her body as well, though her body hair was lighter, and noticed my arm didn’t brush my breasts. It was like they weren’t even there, but that...couldn’t be! I stood up to try and console the girls, but whoa I felt dizzy and my vision swam as I suddenly shot up to a very lofty height! I also felt like I could barely move or breathe, my clothes were now stretched too tautly on my body.
“Do you want to see the new cheer routine idea I had?” I asked, towering over most of them. I could see some of the girls shaking their heads in silence, looking up between Tiffany and myself, others still had shock in their eyes. It was clear we were now off the team. How unfair! I ran off, teetering slightly with my new altered center of gravity, strangely unable to shed even one tear over the whole thing, with Tiffany close behind me.
