With her small army of teenage girls now assembled before her, Sarah turned to the task at hand.
"Somewhere in this room is a small, reddish rock." At least, that's what Miss Fine had assured Sarah would be the case. She generally trusted Miss Fine, but it never hurt to be skeptical. "I have been looking for it all day, but I haven't found it yet. With five more sets of eyes, we'll find it five times faster. Turn this bedroom upside-down until you find it. And when you do, bring it to me."
What followed was the girliest maelstrom that Lake Point had ever seen. Papers were tossed. Clothes ripped. Furniture up-ended. If Sarah hadn't specifically instructed Karyn's parents to ignore any sounds coming out of this room, they surely would have called the police in very short order.
But after twenty minutes, the girl who had once been Randy Goodman approached Sarah with something that fit, if just barely, in the palm of her hand.
Sarah's eyes gleamed as she took the stone and held it tight to her chest. "Where did you find it? No, it doesn't matter. I have it now." Sarah could practically taste what was about to happen.
"I wish," she said, "that everyone in this room had the ability to make anything they touch more feminine."
The stone flashed. Sarah smiled.
"I wish," she said, "that everyone in this room had an app on their phone that showed them how to get to the homes of every Lake Point High School student who is attending a sleepover tonight."
The stone flashed. Sarah's smile grew.
"I wish," she said, "that the app would display a diagram of each house and mark the bedroom of the target student, and then mark every room as cleared after it is visited by someone in this room."
The stone flashed. Sarah's expression was triumphant.
"Okay, trial run." Sarah turned to her assembled team. "This room is a mess right now, but it was still pretty bad even before we got to it. So let's make everything girly."
The five former football players understood the assignment without further need for explanation. They quickly laid hands on anything within reach, changing a black desk chair into a pink one, changing a wooden bedside table into a pink one, changing a green set of sheets into a pink one.
In all honesty, the bulk of the process was turning things pink.
But styles changed as well. Clothing colors shifted into pastels. Fabrics became lighter. Boot cut pants became skinny jeans and cargo shorts became skirts. An anime poster (torn during the search for the stone) became a cheerleading poster (now immaculate, and inside a glass frame).
Within just a few short minutes, the room was neat and tidy and pink and everything that Sarah McMillan might want in a bedroom, if she ignored its small size.
"Perfect," she proclaimed. "Now go. Go out into the streets and do this for every bedroom in the app."
Five girls cheered, then spilled out of Karyn's bedroom, and Karyn's house, and into the afternoon sun.
