Nearby outside the classroom was Rebecca Rolan, a beloved cheerleader who had decided to skip out on most of class. By the time she had arrived, she had gotten there just barely to witness the last few students change before her eyes. She didn't make it in time to see, but one of her fellow cheerleaders Lisa Lorum she now instinctively knew as Leena Larkens who preached intensively the importance of proper and uniform fashion. Her black skirt and tights, white blouse and perfectly done makeup, done to accentuate her features but not seem flirty or too provocative at all seemed to leave any doubt there ever was a popularist gum chewing Lisa before.
Rebecca, or "Bec" as most called her slowly backed out. She had to tell somebody or fix this. Somehow she still remembered the students as they were, even if also as they were now so she there had to be something she could do! As she made haste however that chance was dashed when she did, tripping her chances as she tripped over her shoelaces. She was so annoyed, she wished this could all go away already, before hearing a voice in her head to grant her such.
"You know, it's not very ladylike or proper to be tripping like that, better fix it. Don't you worry Bec, it'll all go away soon, just like you wished."
A 3 foot creature had towered over her, putting it's paw over Bec's head as she could only gasp in horror. And soon, relief and pretty proper correctness.
