She didn't even bother to catch a glimpse of Amber before noticing a dark hair in her eyes. She abandoned her friends and tried to run to find help.
The halls weren't crowded. It was after school, after all, on one of the early days. She spotted one boy she didn't know frozen in mid step, but he didn't seem to be changing in any way. She poked her head into a classroom and saw a teacher frozen grading papers at a desk.
She quickly realized only girls in the school seemed to be changing, as she spotted one in the hall shotting up like a weed. Her suddenly dark hair once again got in her face and she paused to examine herself. She'd had carefully maintained long blonde hair...but it felt even longer, though that might be the change in style. She needed to find a mirror. She hurried a few more steps, feeling her dress swishing....she paused again, and looked down. She'd been wearing her uniform. But now she was wearing a maroon dress with black accents and a black flowered pattern.
"No...no..no...no..." she muttered running toward the nearest bathroom to find a mirror. She slammed the door open and burst inside just as the sounds of silence abruptly ended. Staring back at her from the mirror was a stranger. Well, partially. She could see herself, but her tan was gone...her skin wasn't exactly pale, but... "My hair...who thought this style was a good idea?" She said, taking the dark hair in her hands and examining it. At least the overall outfit looked like someone had given it a lot of thought, even if she looked like she was dressed up for some sort of play. Retro style dress, hairstyle... "What the hell happened to my body?" She said, wanting to scream, but was too afraid she'd be found. She was still pretty, thank goodness, but she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Not that the outfit helped, or...she felt under the dress, discovering a different cup size than expected.
With the different makeup, outfit, slight changes in her face, and the bigger changes in her figure, she had something of an elfin appearance to her.
The door suddenly opened, and Jay Duncan came in. He froze for a moment, confused, turned red, and then started out the door before noticed he wasn't the one who went into the wrong restroom.
She froze, looking at him, afraid of what everyone would think when they saw her. But he paused. "Umm...you're in the wrong bathroom...I mean...are you?"
"I guess I wasn't looking," she lied.
"Oh...okay. Are you all right?" He asked. Jay wasn't exactly the most insightful person in the world in recognizing people's emotions, but girl in boy's bathroom...
Sarah paused. Part of her wanted to play it cool and try to get away with her reputation intact. The other part...really wanted someone to help her with..whatever this was. "Yeah, fine. Just not paying attention..."
He frowned, but waited to do his business for her to leave.
How do I found out is he recognized me? Sarah mused. "It's Jay...right?" She said, pausing at the door.
"Yes," he said, starting to head toward one of the stalls.
She hightailed it out of there. She needed to get home before she was seen...her parents would know what to do. She ducked out a side entrance, which locked behind her, hoping to avoid more encounters. If she was lucky, Jay was too oblivious to tell anyone about anything, as usual. Wasn't he supposed to be smart? She hadn't gotten four steps before she heard someone calling her name. She whirled around, dreading who it might be.
