Karyn picked up just where the 5th grade Richy Phillips left off- bullying and name-calling just about everyone smaller than her, which was most of Ridgemont Elementary, especially on the first day after waking up as part of the Phillips family. Her teenage body gave her a size advantage on her victims, and she even resorted to using her magically enhanced breasts to smother some of them while giving them wedgies and turning out their pockets.
Even after her physical transformation was complete and she had fully become a boy, Kameron still had a height advantage on the other kids.
Kabrina Phillips knew her oldest son was rambunctious, but she had no idea the extent of the bullying. It was hard to blame her for negligent parenting, though. It was tough work being a single mother of three boys, especially at such a young age. She had Richy, who she now remembers as Kameron, ten years ago when she was only 15 years old, then Mason three years later with a separate baby-daddy, and finally Kolton just two years ago with her (now ex) boyfriend, Jasper- lead singer for a local metal band called Blacktongue. She should probably know by now not to get knocked up by guys with mohawks and face tattoos, but she unfortunately had a type.
Kabrina should probably have been more concerned that Kameron wasn’t back home two hours after school had gotten out, but she believed him to be a ‘come home when he’s ready’ sort of kid, not unlike a scrappy housecat.
She also should have been concerned by the blank-eyed cop bursting through her front door, but for some reason she paid no heed to it, even as he made his way into the laundry room and started trifling through their clothes.
She often threw some of her own laundry in with the kids’ to save water, and this load was no exception. Officer Murphy looked absolutely ridiculous wearing her bra, Mason’s pajama pants and little Kolton’s hand-knit beanie, but he seemed satisfied in it as he ducked into Kabrina’s bedroom to take a nap. Kabrina and both her sons stood up with glassy eyes and marched out the front door in search of a new identity (although in Kolton’s case it was more of a toddler waddle).
