Karyn just scowled at the scared girl Jon had become. "Useless whiny little bitch." she scowled.
Not that she had any better ideas at the moment. So she just stood there while Jon just sat, trembling and scared.
Meanwhile, Sarah, Nicole, Biff, and Reggie had gathered together in the Principal's office. They were now joined by Melissa Smith and Kyla Leeson, though Melissa was now almost unrecognizable.
Melissa Smith was one of Sarah's close acquaintances. Melissa sometimes came across as a little too obsessed with being fashionable and trendy, and looking her best. But when Sarah and Nicole ran across her after the Principal sent them looking for more transformation guns, they saw a very different girl.
They found an incredibly obese girl leaning her head against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. Melissa Smith had been zapped with the 'Fat Gun'. Kyla Leeson, a socially awkward girl, stood nearby holding the 'Fat Gun'.
Kyla explained she had found the gun on the floor near her locker, and then Melissa had done her almost daily taunting of Kyla for her poor fashion sense. Kyla had fired the 'Fat Gun' at Melissa, not expecting it to work. Like everyone else, she thought the strange guns were a joke until she saw the results.
And now they were all in the Principal's office, while Principal Davison was listening to witnesses' reports of what was happening elsewhere. "So you still haven't tracked down the student with the 'Goth Gun'? Keep working at it." the principal told Rebecca 'Becky' Fadil and Jay Duncan. Rebecca had been struck by the 'Goth' gun and now was dressed all in black, but she didn't know who had zapped her. Someone had zapped her from behind.
Biff and Reggie returned. "The gym teacher's been struck with the Hippie Gun. He thinks dodgeball is too mean, is dressed in weird psychedelic colors, is going on and on about peace and free love, and is looking for some pot to smoke." Biff told them.
"He's lucky the gun didn't actually give him some pot, or he'd be in BIG trouble." Reggie added.
Nicole turned to Sarah. "This is getting way out of hand."
"You're telling me." Sarah remarked. "How many different guns are there, anyway?"
"That's what we're here to find out." Principal Davison chimed in. "The good thing about this is that the Transformation Guns are clearly labelled so we know which gun does what. Now..."
At this point, a beautiful Asian girl they didn't recognize burst into the office. "You've got to help me! Mrs. Williams has gone insane!" she shouted.
"Who are you? And what's going on?" the principal asked.
"I'm Brad Stephens, captain of the hockey team." the Asian girl replied. "Or at least I was until Mrs. Williams zapped me with this weird ray gun."
Sarah, Nicole, Biff, and the others were all about to chime in with their questions, but Principal Davison raised his hand. "It's best if you start from the beginning." the principal said.
So Brad told the story of how Mrs. Williams had found the Random Gun on her desk, and been hit with it three times during a fight with Karyn, eventually turning into a feisty streetwise black woman in streetwalker's clothes who felt all too gleeful about zapping everyone in the class. Jon had been turned into a 'girly' teenage girl who was too scared to do anything, Karyn had been turned into a fowl-mouthed bad-tempered stripper in her thirties, and Brad into the Asian beauty who was now speaking to them. Most of the other students in the class had now been changed in various ways. "Race, sex, age... I bet no one's the same as how they started by now. And she's blocking the door to keep everyone from leaving. I only barely got away."
Principal Davison turned to the group. "It's worse than we thought. The Random Gun may be the most dangerous of all these Transformation Guns. Mrs. Williams' classroom is on the second floor, and I need three of you to volunteer to stop Mrs. Williams and confiscate the Random Gun."
Sarah found herself unable to suppress a shudder. And she had to ask herself a question. Do I really want to do this? I'm not a hero type. I'm only popular because I'm a good-looking cheerleader that guys fall for and girls wished they looked like. But can I just sit here and do nothing? Some of the people being affected by this are my friends...
She looked at the rest of the group. She wondered if she should speak up, wait for someone else to speak up, or wait for something else to happen.
