As Jack awoke, he felt strange. It wasn't just that he was a women now, he'd kind of gotten used to that. Things just seemed, um, different. As he moved, he could hear odd squeaking. As Jack's eye began to focus, he found a mirror. Reflected back was the image of a 13-year-old girl. She would've been what you call fairly average in almost every way, except she was dressed like some sort of slutty goth. She was wearing fishnets, her hair was jet black, knee high boots, and the squeaking cames from a black vinyl mini-dress.
Jack heard the voice from the canteen, "You see, Jack, despite the fact that you are not an ugly girl, you have been picked on most of your life for being so. Furthermore, you dress the way you do to try and show people that you are beautiful, but it just makes them think you are a slut. You aren't, of course, because no one wants to sleep with you. It's sort of a curse."
"What!?" Jack screamed, "Will it always be like this?"
"No, like any teenage phase, you'll grow out of all the awkwardness. However, not before due time has passed. No getting out early!"
Just then, Jack's door flew open. A woman entered, "Honey, what's wrong. I'm sorry for leaving you alone. Mommy's here, okay."
Jack instinctively snapped back, "Jeez, Mom, didn't I tell you to knock!"
