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Gordon’s already huge smile curls upward even further. “Yes, suggestions. Suggestions that will fundamentally alter her life. Observe.”
Jubilant, he turns back towards Carter, swinging the pendulum a little faster.
“Carter,” he begins, saying her name so delicately. “You’re popular.”
“I’m…I’m w-what?”
“Popular. You’re popular.”
“I…I am n-not popular!” She retorts. “I d-don’t care about b-being popular…”
Gordon seems surprised at her resistance, but you aren’t. Carter wasn’t that kind of girl at all, and she was never caught up in her “status” or whatever. She always said the popular girls were one bitchy clique.
“But you do care about being popular,” he insists, not hesitating to push back.
“Uh, I…I-I do care…” she mutters, her resolve starting to wane already. To your shock, you notice her jeans morph into shorts while her nails become perfectly manicured. Her skin now had a nice tan to it, and her hair was now a perfectly straight golden bob. Was she…changing?
“You’re popularly Carter.”
The fire in Carter’s eyes suddenly goes out. “I’m…popular…” she sighs, at last giving in. Her top now changes, too becoming shoulderless and turning blue. Her shorts also turn white, giving the outfit a better overall look. You notice some makeup on her face, too, as well as her brown sneakers turning white. A scrunchie appears on her right wrist. Her body relaxes and she stands rather calmly, a surprised look on her face. She looks exactly like a popular girl would dress (in your mind, anyway).
“You’ve always been popular.”
“I…I’ve always been popular,” she says, almost amazed. Her expression became more poised, her pose more assured. Additionally, her body becomes just a little curvier, rounding out around her breasts and (especially) her now bubbly ass.
“Everyone remembers you being popular.”
“Everyone remember me being popular…” she says, sounding relieved and assured. Now she spoke like a girl who’s always been popular.
All of a sudden, as you stand in awe at what happens to your friend, a serious headache hits you like a truck. Your memories of Carter start to fade away, only to be replaced by new ones. You now recall Carter being popular, one of the most popular girls in school, in fact. Trying your best to cling on to the memory of your tomboyish, down-to-earth friend, you can’t shake this image of this new Carter as the one that always was…
“Everyone only remembers you as being popular.”
“Everyone only remembers me as being popular…” Carter says, now totally at ease. As she speaks, you feel the last bits of your old memories completely fizzle out of your mind. This was who Carter always was: a popular girl. She always was one of the prettiest girls, had such a cute style, hung out with the A-list kids, and went to all the parties. You and her weren’t even friends. After all, she would never be caught dead hanging with someone like you, and you always thought she was a snobby bitch anyway.
As your headache starts to ease up, you look at Gordon, admiring Carter as if he had just sculpted a marble statue.
Jubilant, he turns back towards Carter, swinging the pendulum a little faster.
“Carter,” he begins, saying her name so delicately. “You’re popular.”
“I’m…I’m w-what?”
“Popular. You’re popular.”
“I…I am n-not popular!” She retorts. “I d-don’t care about b-being popular…”
Gordon seems surprised at her resistance, but you aren’t. Carter wasn’t that kind of girl at all, and she was never caught up in her “status” or whatever. She always said the popular girls were one bitchy clique.
“But you do care about being popular,” he insists, not hesitating to push back.
“Uh, I…I-I do care…” she mutters, her resolve starting to wane already. To your shock, you notice her jeans morph into shorts while her nails become perfectly manicured. Her skin now had a nice tan to it, and her hair was now a perfectly straight golden bob. Was she…changing?
“You’re popularly Carter.”
The fire in Carter’s eyes suddenly goes out. “I’m…popular…” she sighs, at last giving in. Her top now changes, too becoming shoulderless and turning blue. Her shorts also turn white, giving the outfit a better overall look. You notice some makeup on her face, too, as well as her brown sneakers turning white. A scrunchie appears on her right wrist. Her body relaxes and she stands rather calmly, a surprised look on her face. She looks exactly like a popular girl would dress (in your mind, anyway).
“You’ve always been popular.”
“I…I’ve always been popular,” she says, almost amazed. Her expression became more poised, her pose more assured. Additionally, her body becomes just a little curvier, rounding out around her breasts and (especially) her now bubbly ass.
“Everyone remembers you being popular.”
“Everyone remember me being popular…” she says, sounding relieved and assured. Now she spoke like a girl who’s always been popular.
All of a sudden, as you stand in awe at what happens to your friend, a serious headache hits you like a truck. Your memories of Carter start to fade away, only to be replaced by new ones. You now recall Carter being popular, one of the most popular girls in school, in fact. Trying your best to cling on to the memory of your tomboyish, down-to-earth friend, you can’t shake this image of this new Carter as the one that always was…
“Everyone only remembers you as being popular.”
“Everyone only remembers me as being popular…” Carter says, now totally at ease. As she speaks, you feel the last bits of your old memories completely fizzle out of your mind. This was who Carter always was: a popular girl. She always was one of the prettiest girls, had such a cute style, hung out with the A-list kids, and went to all the parties. You and her weren’t even friends. After all, she would never be caught dead hanging with someone like you, and you always thought she was a snobby bitch anyway.
As your headache starts to ease up, you look at Gordon, admiring Carter as if he had just sculpted a marble statue.
What now?
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