Then the mother of all headaches hit. This one was so strong that Sarah actually collapsed onto the floor and fell unconscious. After what was happening to her, though, she almost wished she would never wake up.
When she woke up, she was in the nurse's office. She lifted a hand to her head, discovering that her perfectly manicured nails were now short and unpainted. She rubbed her hand through her hair, which was still blonde, releasing several pieces of dandruff.
She was thankful she didn't now need glasses, at least. She still had decent vision. Maybe it would have been better off if she was blind considering what she was seeing.
She looked down. She looked to be all geek. Her breasts were barely there, and her clothes were clean and modest. She looked nothing like herself.
