(Editor's note: the chapter you are about to read was very ill-conceived. Nevertheless, the decision was made to write it. Apologies all around.)
Sarah turned her head to see someone coming up behind Susan. Her eyes started at the fit and toned legs, then up to a rather nice figure, and finally...past the blond hair to the face under it...It took her a moment to recognize it under the makeup and the additional McMillan traits it had absorbed, but... Fuck... She thought.
"Genghis Khan!?" The words left Sarah's mouth like a gunshot.
"I see no Genghis Khan here," a grin appeared on the Mongolian overlord's lips as he flipped his blonde hair and sashayed closer to Susan McMillan. "My name is Genghis McMillan."
"How dare you," Sarah seethed. "I swear to god, this is the absolutel last time you get to fuck around with my life, Genghis. You are dead when this is through. You're going to wish you'd stayed the lowly nomad Temujin wandering the steppe."
"Genghis, honey," Susan interjected with genuine confusion, "do you know this girl?"
"She attends my school, Mother." Genghis pointedly straightened his yoga pants with a bounce of his hips, displaying proudly to Sarah what he now had that she had lost.
"You don't 'attend my school.' You don't attend school!" How had Genghis Khan done this? He'd had his little schemes before, trying to steal artifacts from the McMillan Family Vault, or trying to sabotage Sarah's cheer meets, but taking over Sarah's entire life? Apparently changing every other girl in the school?
"Oh, I see I was mistaken," Genghis's smile turned predatory. "We do not attend the same school. Sarah is not yet out of middle school, you see. By the time she enters high school, Mother, I will be off to college."
A shiver went down Sarah's spine. The feeling from the locker room returned. Whatever was happening, she wouldn't be able to fix it here. Tactical retreat.
If Genghis Khan was involved, did that mean that Vlad the Impaler was, too? Captain Blackbeard? John Wilkes Booth? Al Capone? Joe Rogan?
Any one of them were dangerous enough on their own, but Sarah didn't think any of could pull something like this off unless they had worked together.
Yes, retreat now and regroup. The question was, where to regroup to? Sarah could feel herself changing even as she fled the house she had been born in. Baby fat returning, limbs slightly shrinking. It was fortunate that her outfit shrank with her. But where was she to go?
"Sarah!" an unfamiliar voice called as she reached the main road once again. Who was calling her name?
