Jon smiled wickedly in a way that reminded Sarah of her mother. "I guess there can't be two people like you around."
"What...what do you mean?"
"Go look at yourself," Jon told her.
Sarah looked down, and saw...her feet, in a pair of sneakers. Her breasts were nearly nonexistent, and her clothes...She hurried to a mirror. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous...quite the opposite. She was tall, thin, and utterly plain. She wore a thick pair of glasses and her hair was tied in a ponytail.
"Really messed up, didn't you?"
