Farrah stepped out from the bathroom and felt a slight tickle in her mind. She didn't remember how she'd originally clomped to the bathroom from her room a few minutes earlier but now she walked with a lithe grace that would elicit stares from men even without her generous curves. She was a man-eater and she knew it. She felt like she'd gone to bathroom to do something but whatever it was it didn't matter. She may have once been a guy named Jon, but now she was one of the hottest girls in school and somehow it not only felt right, but important that she live up to this. She heard the annoying jazz music coming from her sister's room. She would love for her sister to follow in her footsteps, but at least this way she doesn't have to deal with the potential competition of having a hot younger sister. As for Karyn, well, she was totes a hanger-on, but it was a start to building a posse to rival Sarah's.
This was going to be Farrah's year to take over the school and now that she had the wishing stone no one was going to stop her. She took the final few steps to her room and began formulating her plan.
