Adam White ducked into one of the nearby buildings, still trying his best to cover himself up. But his arms could only do so much. He never felt so embarrassed in his life. One moment he was on his way to the library to study for the big chem test coming up on Monday, and the next moment he was outside ... wearing a two-piece bikini and sandals! The outfit was so skimpy and feminine ... why was he wearing it?
He leaned back against the wall, and breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently, no one had seen him, since no one made any reaction to seeing a 20-year old guy wearing female beach wear. But it was strange. He had expected someone to say something. People around here didn't tolerate cross-dressers too much, so how come no one said anything?
"Excuse me," a woman said, grabbing Adam's attention. "You can't wear that in here."
There it was. Someone finally noticed.
"Miss, did you hear me?" the woman said.
Adam turned and looked at her. Did she just call him "miss"?
Margaret Mitchell still didn't understand what was happening to her. One moment she was in the nursing home on her way to the courtyard. She always liked to sit on the benches and listen to the quiet sounds of nature. It relaxed her. The next moment, she was on this college campus. She had earphones on, blaring some loud awful music into her ears. It sounded like screeching metal. After she ripped the earphones off, she noticed that her clothes were different. Her flower-print dress was gone, replaced with a black T-shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. She placed her hand on her head, confused as to what was happening to her, and that's when she noticed that her hair was gone. Except, it wasn't really gone. It had been reformed into a spiky mohawk.
Ally Foster, a sixteen-year old Catholic school girl, was just about done with her homework. She never procrastinated when it came to her homework.
As she opened her math book, though, a bright light filled the room. And the next thing she knew, she was outside hugging some girl she had never seen before.
She pulled back and displayed a look of confusion. How did she get there? And who was this girl? She looked around, seeing that she was in a neighborhood, but it didn't look familiar. She looked back at the blond girl (who seemed to be a cheerleader, given the uniform she was wearing) and figured she should just get out of there and figure out what was happening to her. So, she curtly said goodbye to her and began walking up the walkway to the house they stood in front of. (Just as she was taught by her parents, she was always polite and courteous, something a lot of other girls her age weren't, she figured.)
"Uh, that's my house. Remember?" the blond girl said.
"Oh, uh ..." Ally looked around.
"Your car is over there," the blond girl said, pointing.
"Oh, right," Ally said, nodding. Then she walked down to the car.
She stopped next to the driver's side door and watched as the blond girl entered the house and closed the door behind her. Who was that girl?
She looked down at the car and that's when she noticed her reflection in the window. It wasn't her reflection. It belonged to someone else. How was that possible?
And then she noticed something else. Her clothing was different. She hadn't even noticed until right now, but she was wearing a cheerleader outfit. She recognized it as the one worn by the town's high school cheerleading team. Why was she wearing it?
