Once they were in Catherine's room, they made sure to close the door. "Okay, the jokes gone on long enough," Catherine said. "Time to change me back."
"Fine, fine," Gary said. "I can always use it another time. You're a boy named Jon." Catherine waited expectantly, but nothing happened. Gary tried again. "You're a boy named Jon." Still nothing.
"Try something else," Catherine said, her voice shaking a little.
"You're hair is shorter," Gary said. Nothing. "You're hair is longer." Suddenly, Catherine's hair grew even longer, all the way down to Catherine's lower back.
"Um, why did that work?" Catherine examining her hair.
"Maybe . . . the changes only go one way," Gary said. "Like you're hair can get longer, but not shorter." Catherine shot him a glare as her hair grew a couple more inches. "Sorry. Let's check the card to see exactly what we can change. They got out a piece of paper and wrote down everything that had changed.
(Bold is unchangeable/italic is changeable one direction)
Name: Catherine Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Hair Color/Length: Blond/30 Inches (able to grow, but not shrink)
Eye: Green
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 lbs
Body Type: Busty, hot
Cup Size: DD
Clothes: School Uniform
Relationship: Dating Gary Parker, completely faithful
Attitude: Flirty, shy
Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Very High
Skills: Excellent kisser
"I think you're right," Catherine said. "Since you never specified the exact length of my hair, just that it's long, means that you can change it. It also seems like you can add attributes, like I am both flirty and shy."
"But why did your weight change when I said a specific weight?" Gary asked.
"Maybe it changed automatically when I became a girl, to suit my new body better."
"If that's the case, we may have found our loophole."
"We just need to find a way to change the other attributes to get me back to normal!"
Catherine suddenly let out an "eep!". Her face was inches away from Gary's and both of her hands were holding his. She jumped back, face bright red again. "Gah!" she exclaimed, as she pulled at her hair. "This body is so . . ."
She had a gnawing feeling that she wouldn't be able to get back to normal, but she wan't to grasp at any straw of hope she could.
