Though you would never admit it to anyone, being the only punk girl in school can be kind of lonely sometimes. So you wish for a friend that you could relate to.
Suddenly, Paul is enveloped by a puff of smoke and becomes a pink haired punk girl wearing an outfit very similar to yours, standing a foot above you in height, though her high heels do help with that a little bit. Paul has become Penelope, your best friend and partner in crime. Reality shifts so that she has always been like this. Though you have faint memories of Penelope being some loser named Paul, you push them to the side. After all, she is far better this way, you reason.
After dusting herself off, Penelope confidently struts over to you.
"Hey Eleanor, want to ditch this school and have some real fun?" she says as pulls out two tickets for a rock concert from one of her many zippered pockets.
You look at Penelope and smile.
"Girl, you just read my mind".