Make us normal again!

– "Enough, Megan!" – Linda, their former basketball team captain, shot a glance at the goth girl sitting cross-legged in the corner. Linda's bright red dress shimmered under the dim light, her arms crossed over her chest as if she still hoped her grip was ironclad. But even this gesture looked soft, feminine. "We're not playing your games anymore. Make us normal again!"

– "Normal?" – Megan, the goth girl in question, raised an eyebrow slowly, curling her lips into a smirk. Her gaze drifted over each of them, as if savoring their suffering. – "I think you're all just fine, girls!" she added with a laugh.

– "Girls?!" – Sara, one of the former bullies in Linda's group, blurted out indignantly. She had once been known for her powerful punches, although it was mostly due to her excess weight. "Where do you see... girls?!" she said, embarrassed, realizing that her weight was now more of a burden than before.

— "We're done with your games, got it?" — added Amanda from behind Linda, just like she used to as the second-in-command of their bullying crew, but now playing a different role.

Megan barely turned her head, her face glowing with satisfaction. She sat as though she were the queen of the situation. Long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale face. Her bright lips once again stretched into a smug grin.

— "Games?" — she drawled sarcastically, twirling a black nail between her fingers. — "Don't you think you started this game yourselves... with the bullying, the beatings, and the mockery? And now... you're all so sweet."

— "You just don’t understand how disgusting this is," — Linda continued, her voice softer than usual, despite her angry tone. She twirled a strand of fiery red hair around her finger, not realizing how her gestures had become flirtatious. — "This... thing is forcing us!" She pointed at her glittering dress as if it were to blame for her torment.

— "You think we like this?" — Amanda chimed in, adjusting her dress with frustration, though her eyes were clearly searching for a mirror, despite her attempts to hide it. — "We hate this, understand? We don’t want to be like this!"

— "Yeah," — Sara joined in, breathing heavily. She nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress, feeling the fabric stretch around her body. — "I... We've even started..." she blushed, turning away, — "looking at boys... differently."

A collective gasp filled the room. This confession seemed to be the final straw, the one no one wanted to speak but everyone felt.

Megan, meanwhile, chuckled softly, watching them struggle with their new bodies and sensations. She stood up slowly, her black hair flowing down her back like a dark wave. Her face remained impassive, but a shadow of cruel pleasure danced in her eyes.

— "Boys, huh?" — Megan took a few slow steps toward Linda, her boots with metal buckles tapping softly against the floor. — "I wonder... who will be the first to admit they already wanted to... kiss one of them?"

Linda clenched her teeth in anger, her face flushed red, but she couldn't afford to show weakness in front of the goth girl. — "Those aren't... our thoughts!" — she shot back, but her voice betrayed her with a slight tremble. — "You cursed us!"

Megan stopped right in front of her, looking down even though Linda was taller. — "Yeah, some curse..." — she rolled her eyes mockingly. — "But, as I see it, your lips are wanting it on their own, aren’t they?"

— "Not true!" — Amanda shouted, though even she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Megan or herself.

Behind them, Jessica couldn’t hold back and whispered: — "I think... when we saw Jack at the party yesterday... he seemed... kinda cute."

Linda turned around in horror. — "Jessica!" — she exclaimed. — "Are you crazy?! It’s all her fault!"

— "Not just her..." — Stephanie, who had been the quietest of them all, added hesitantly. — "I also thought about Tommy yesterday... about how our date would look."

Megan burst into laughter. Not just a quiet, melodic laugh, but loud and booming. — "Oh, come on. Everything's fine, can’t you see? What do you want to change? You like it."

— "No, we don’t!" — Linda cried, crossing her arms and stomping her foot, which only made her look more comical in her new form. Her dress hugged her chest tightly, and every emotion seemed exaggerated and feminine, even as she tried to appear stern.

But deep down, she knew it wasn’t true, and the other girls averted their eyes, hearing Megan’s loud, rolling laughter echoing in the room.