As Bethany walked along, she saw two other intolerably loathsome children loitering by a tree. They had cigarettes in their hands and looked to be school aged, despite that they should clearly be somewhere more conductive. Beth shot away.
In moments, the girl's ripped T-shirt became a respectable school uniform, fit with a Tie and modest skirt. Her bra merged with a white undershirt as crisp and tidy as her mindset now was. The cheap sneakers became black dress shoes, and her saucy leggings became translucent tan pantyhose without a single run or fold.
The other child had become a near twin of her, save for the fact she was auburn haired instead of blond. The two picked up their schoolbags, held hands and walked off pleasantly.
Fascinating, Beth thought. She could improve so many people into productive citizens with this gadget.
