The other five boys in the locker room jumped back as they saw Sarah's magic reduce Chad to a little kid.
"Scaredy-cats," Sarah giggled, moving in the group menacingly, grinning at the realization that they were trapped with a white brick wall behind them and lockers on either side.
"Fuck off bitch," said Tom, taking a stand and stepping forward with his fist clenched.
"This little piggy..." Sarah laughed as she leveled a finger in Tom's direction. He advanced but, even as he did, Sarah brought her index finger down, going from pointing straight up to pointing directly at the ground. As she did, Tom began to shrink and shrink and shrink. By the time he was close enough to land a punch, he had been reduced to the size of a plastic army man. He flung his first, but it bounced ineffectively against Sarah's toe, the nail of which was nearly eyeline with Todd's new field of view.
"...when to market," Sarah chuckled as she gently brushed away the tiny man with her foot, advancing on the four un-transformed members of the football team.
"This little piggy," she said as, with a snap of her fingers, the well-built guy with black hair (she didn't know his name) was replaced with his decidedly stacked female duplicate. She nearly dropped her towel as she ran her hands across her newly formed chest and her mouth dropped open.
"...stayed home," said Sarah, snatching away the woman's towel and throwing it to the floor.
