Sarah could no longer taste her lipgloss, and her hair which always bounced as she walked wasn't bouncing anymore. She touched her face with her hands, and felt something very different, foreign. She felt a young face, with short, messy hair. "What do I look like?" Sarah turned frantically to one of her friends, almost pleading for the usual answer: beautiful.
Anna looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. "You look like you always do. A kid. Great body, though." She reached into her purse, fumbling for a mirror, her compact, and nearly dropped it taking it out with shaking hands. She did drop it when she saw what was looking back at her.
Meanwhile, Mikey decided that just sitting around wasn't going to make him see what the sticky note did. He jumped off his bed and walked, with a purpose, downstairs and halfway to the front door before a strand of hair bounced in front of his face. His hair was too short to bounce, and definitely too short to get in his face. And it wasn't blond.
He ran back upstairs to the bathroom, becoming quickly aware of a strange feeling on his face, and burst through the bathroom door. A vaguely familiar face stared back at him. The face of a beautiful teenage girl with long blond hair, big blue eyes, plump lips, and the body of one very confused little boy beneath her. She licked her lips, tasting her pink lipgloss, eyes outlined and highlighted with eyeshadow, whole face impossibly clear of imperfections.
Mikey scrubbed the makeup off over a period of a few minutes, and stared dumbfounded at the gorgeous face before him. Her - his, now - mouth hung open in a perfect O, and there didn't seem to be any facial position that didn't end up being sexy. Slowly it dawned on him who she was. It was the girl Jon had a crush on! Sarah, from his school!
He wondered what had changed along with this, how his family explained his head and his hair, and felt somewhat guilty for Sarah. His thoughts were interrupted by his sister Zoe at the door. "Hey, can I borrow some of your makeup? You have a shade of lipstick that would be perfect." Mikey nodded dumbly, staring at Zoe. "Thanks, sis!"
A blush creeped across his face at that; even that looked endearing! Sitting on the toilet, he put his pretty face in his hands, trying to think of a way out of this...
