Laura Ferguson and her friend, Katie Shepard, strode purposefully through the hallways of the school, intending on surprising the Principal, Mrs. Morse. This wasn't even a meeting of the whole PTA, only a fundraising committee. Neither of them had been here the previous day, so both were blissfully unaware that the daughters they were entering the school on behalf of weren't the same ones they'd had the two days before.
In fact, they were coming to see the Principal to complain about what they saw as unchristian behavior at the school....and had they actually gotten all the way to the Principal's office, and found her flirting with a student, they would have had an actual legitimate reason for outrage. Of course, they were still down the hall when the clock struck 3:47PM.
The two upstanding and proper citizens suddenly changed. Their skirts and blouses began to shift. Laura's began to show off significantly more leg, and her blouse grew tighter, exposing her midriff. Her purse shifted to something substantially cheaper and tackier. Her thoughts, focused only on propriety, shifted in another direction, away from propriety, and maturity, as she rapidly lost years, returning to her teens. At the same time, Katie Shepard's skirt changed into a pair of ratty pants, her sensible shoes into a pair of sneakers. Her hair grew short. Both of them vanished from the hallway, and reappeared on opposite sides of the classroom used for detention.
