"You see, the Senior Prom is coming up in two weeks and like the Junior Prom, I'm sure we're all going to be the ones nominated for Prom Queen." Sarah said to the listening girls, all sitting casually on the couch. "But this presents a problem, because, frankly, I want to be the Prom Queen."
Jon looked at Sarah tossing the rock between her hands, his stomach churning at how she so non-chalantly handled such magnificent power. He half-hoped that she would make a careless wish and learn her lesson. Just then, Sarah started to stroll around the circle of girls, making Jon pull his head back and rely on his ears to tell what was going on.
"So, this gets me to thinking," Sarah continued, "What exactly makes the perfect prom queen? Or, better yet, what doesn't make a prom queen at all?"
"Can you hurry up, The Real World is starting." Melissa broke in. Sarah shot her a less-than-pleased glance before continuing her stroll around the group.
"A perfect prom queen is always modest and a bit conservative, never too flashy or overly done up. That's why I wish everyone in this room besides me, wore slutty make-up and lots of eye-shadow, long lashes, and full, shiney red lips. I also wish the same people had long pink nails." She shot out, obviously planned in her head for some time.
Before Jon could compute what was going on, he felt his lips grow slightly on his face. He shot his hand up to his mouth and nearly screamed when he saw his long, pink nails. Not wanting to be found, he quickly pulled himself together and touched his lips, obviously coated with lip stick. He also felt long lashes batting from his eyelids. Okay, he thought, it's only make-up, he can always wash it off and cut his nails. Hopefully, his full lips won't be too noticable, he prayed.
"Second, a perfect prom queen always dresses for success and not for sex. That's why I wish everyone in this room besides me was dressed in a tight, revealing outfit." She said with a smirk.
Jon shut his eyes tight as he felt his clothes shrink and change. When the movement of his attaire seemed to die down, he slowly looked down at his body. He wore a very tight blood red, vinyl skirt that cut off about mid-thigh, and a matching vinyl tube top. His legs were encased tightly in a pair of black vinyl, knee-high boots with huge, chunky heels. He couldn't see it, but he could feel a vinyl g-string running through the crack of his butt and over his now very uncomfortable unit. He wanted to scream and run, but he was afraid of what horribly things Sarah might do to him. That, and he would still be very embarrassed to be seen like this in front of the schools most popular girls. Sarah continued her speech to an audibly confused audience of girls...
