Mallory blinked, feeling slightly disoriented. She wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but she was certain that something had just changed. She looked around the house...same old lame wood paneling, same natty shag carpeting. Everything looked the same she thought as she sniffed a little at the outdated decor. She turned back to pull the bathroom door to and caught sight of her reflection.
Suddenly, Mallory felt her knees go weak. "Omigosh, it worked!" she gasped. She stepped back into the bathroom and stared at the beautiful girl looking back at her from the mirror. The change had been so sudden, so seamless she'd barely noticed it. One second she was Jon stepping out of the bathroom then she was Mallory standing in the hallway. Yet, she didn't feel like Jon. "I'm Mallory," she said to herself, "and I feel awesome!"
She smiled at her reflection, reveling in her luxurious reddish blonde hair. "Jon did good making me," she said to herself. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with really short sleeves, a tight black sleeveless vest, black skinny jeans, and a pair of bedazzled flip flops. She couldn't help but notice her chest. It seemed larger than a normal 13 year old girl's. Perhaps Jon's wish to have her appearance based on a mixture of Stacy's current and hoped for friends might have accelerated her physical development a bit.
She finally tore herself away from her reflection and stepped out of the bathroom again. As she pulled the door to again she noticed the huge flower ring on her right ring finger. The stone...how she wished Jon hadn't thought of keeping her from using it. Oh the clothes she could have wished for. Well, no crying over it now as she started to head towards Stacy's room.
