Jon found himself at the track field at school. It must be the next dream. Students were running around the track, lead in front by none other than Sarah herself. Jon saw that he was in his gym outfit, so he jogged over and started running himself.
Jon willed himself to catch up to Sarah, who turned to look as he approached. But it wasn't a look Jon was used to from her. It wasn't vague dislike. It was boiling anger. But it only lasted a second before Sarah swiveled her head back forward.
Jon started having second thoughts again, and slowed down to a pace where he was firmly in the main body of runners. But he could still see Sarah. He altered his plan, but he didn't abandon it.
Sarah was wearing her standard running shoes, black biker shorts, and grey gym T-shirt, her hair in a bouncy pony tail that swished back and forth as her feet hit the ground. Jon wanted to see if he could change that.
Subtlety first. Jon thought about the shorts. He wanted them longer. Down to her knees. Over the knees. Down her calves. Sarah didn't notice, but now she was wearing spandex tights. No big deal.
But it worked. Jon didn't even have to say anything. The more he played around with dream worlds, the more in tune he was with what made them tick, and the more he could change with less effort.
So next came the hair. Jon thought, and the pony tail split down the middle into two pigtails. He thought some more, and the hair ties slid down from her scalp to the end of the hair, unveiling braids as they moved. Still no big deal.
The T-shirt was next on Jon's list. The grey disappeared in favor of pure white, and the material thinned out. A collar appeared on Sarah's neck, and the front of her shirt split down the middle and was reconnected by buttons. Sarah's shirt was now a blouse. She looked weird with the tails of the blouse flapping around over her tights, but nobody said anything.
Yet.
This time, Jon didn't go for subtle. One moment, Sarah was not wearing a skirt, and the next moment she was. But this wasn't a normal Sarah skirt. The denim flowed all the way down to her ankles. With the blouse tucked into it and her braids bouncing, she looked more like an aging hippie than a cheerleader. For every step she took, she had to kick the skirt forward, and her legs were restricted as they tried to pull back. Sarah's face began to grow red from the extra effort.
Then Coach Burlington called out "McMillan, why are you out of dress?"
Coach Mark Burlington was a real stickler on dressing out for gym, so much so that this aspect of him had apparently ingrained itself into Sarah's subconscious.
But Sarah kept running. A group of boys was beginning to catch up to her, but she was still leading the pack. That wouldn't do.
