Monique quickly grabbed the gun again and aimed it at the rich little priss. She was hoping maybe she'd make another fellow Goth out of her, but bit her lip and kept her hopes crossed.
With a click, the gun sparked a rapid blast of energy, and pushed the girly snob back.
Her expensive pleather pumps soon became dirtied black and blue sneakers. The bowl skirt shriveled up all the way to her thighs and grew less silky and more akin to stretchy spandex, becoming loose shorts. Her blouse expanded and lost it's neat tidy composure, being a raggy girl's Tee dripped with sweat, dirt and long hours of daytime exposure. All the curls, sassy tresses and expensively done shapeliness of her hair was lost, becoming shorter and scruffy uptop her head. The previously well-made up girl had lost all her makeup and gained a few scratches and blemishes, along with a less petite face.
"Yeah like, sorry for running into you like that. Sometimes I'm in such a hurry but, that's just my style. Gotta get my morning jogs done you know?" The newly made women said stretching, revealing fairly toned muscles across her biceps. Her previously frosty, somewhat pale skin had gained a hardened tan from it's new outdoor leisure. Not a single trace of hre pretty, prissy and utterly femme lifestyle was to be seen, replaced with a sporty butch and brashly confident new girl.
"No prob, I should have been more careful as well." Monique told her cheerily, waving her off as she jogged on towards a new life of endurance and competitive aptitude. The Goth gleamed with giddyness inside.
