Jon looked at the notepad and realised what Karyn had done.
Jon . . . . . . . . . .. . .. .. .. . .
.. .. .. is the most popular girl at school
and has breasts the size of watermelons!! (.)(.)
She'd strategically erased parts of the messages and combined them! Suddenly Jon realised the giant boobs she'd been sporting since she was 12 were bogus!
"My tits!" she cried out, glaring back at her comparatively flat-chested friend.
Karyn just laughed out loud and snatched the notebook out of his grasp. "They suit you Jon, very sexy!" she snarked.
"So, my tits aren't supposed to be this big?"
"Jon, are anyone's?"
"Good point. C'mon Karyn, let me get rid of these," Jon adjusted her bra strap. "I feel like a freak now!"
"Oops, look at the time. I should get going!" Karyn stood up and let the notepad fall back onto the bed where she was seated.
Jon grabbed it immediately, but found Karyn had torn out the incriminating page and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Dammit, Karyn!!!" Jon pouted.
"Now we're even, Jon!" Karyn smirked. "Tell you what, today's Friday, so if you stay that way through the whole weekend, then I'll return this piece of paper to you Monday after school. And no cheating and changing yourself with that magic pen! I'll remember what you're supposed to look like because I'll have this page."
"Karyn, I can't go through a whole weekend looking like this!"
"Why not? After all you've gone your whole life looking like that. OR HAVE YOU?" she added with a melodramatic cackle. "Do you know what you looked like before this note? Can you put it in writing?"
"Well I know I didn't have a giant rack!"
"Yes, but only because I told you so."
"I guess I'm not really the most popular girl in school, either."
"Nope. It's not about what you're not though, it's about what you really are. Can you remember anything outside of the fake reality we're in now?"
Jon fell silent.
"Thought not," Karyn nodded. "Tell you what, if you can guess before the end of the weekend what you used to be like, then I'll give you this paper back early."
"Please reconsider Karyn-"
"Seriously, gotta go. Call me tomorrow okay?" Karyn called as she was already outside the door.
"Uh bye." Jon mumbled as she heard the front door slam shut.
She stared deep into the cavern of cleavage beneath her chin. She remembered washing them in the shower this morning, and putting on a bra every day for the past 6 years of her life. But now all of a sudden, her pride and joy, her spectacular bosom wasn't even hers. The chest that had poor Stevie the Stud and Moose wrapped around her little finger. If she wasn't the most beloved girl in school, what kind of girl was she really? And did she want to go back?
Jon checked her schedule. She'd planned on meeting the other cheerleaders at the mall tomorrow, but was tempted to pull a sickie now. She couldn't deal with Sarah's constant bitching with this weighing on her mind. Then on Sunday she was planning on watching Milo's band practice, but right now she wasn't even sure he was her maybe-possibly-boyfriend in real life
This was sure going to be a long weekend.
