"They're clothes!" Monica cried. "They're all clothes! They're not birds. What the hell?"
Her outburst seemed to draw the attention of another one of the flying objects, but she didn't notice.
"And that's not just any puffer vest, that's my puffer vest," she continued, as Tom stood there, dumbfounded.
"I can't take it off," he practically pleaded. "I wish I could give it to you, but I just--"
Tom's sentence was interrupted as the vest seemed to pulse over his chest. Almost constricting. Almost...
"His shoulders are shrinking," Karyn accused Jon. "Why are his shoulders shrinking?"
"I don't know!" Jon cried
None of the students were paying attention to the second garment angling down towards them.
Monica walked further into the space between Tom and the crowd. "Why are you wearing my vest?"
"I don't know!" Tom echoed Jon.
"What the hell is going--" a tan piece of fabric struck Monica right in her middle, knocking her off of her feet.
She clawed at the ground, scrambling, struggling to get up, but somehow the fabric that had collided with her was successfully keeping her pressed into the grass. And more than that, it was sliding her calf-length skirt down her legs.
"What the fuck!" Monica cried as she struggled against her fabric attacker, as it discarded her limp skirt some feet away and began crawling up her legs.
Then it stopped. And she could stand up. And she was wearing a pair of boy's cargo shorts.
One was an anomaly. Twice was proof. Every single student began screaming and running for the school doors as fast as their legs could carry them.
