Dollface

“Like, oh my god, this is, like, such a nightmare!” Roger whined loudly, trying desperately to make his voice sound less breathy and high-pitched. “Just because that, like, total dweeb Alex turned me into this… this bimbo doesn’t mean I’m not still, like, in charge! I’m, like, totally still the boss, okay? We’re gonna, like, find him and, like, make him change me back, or whatever!”

The group of tough-looking men exchanged looks, barely able to hold back their laughter. Jake, snorted loudly. “Yo, Rog, you serious right now? 'Like, like, like?' You sound like some kinda valley girl, man! And look at you in those heels! You think anyone’s gonna take you seriously in that get-up?”

Roger’s manicured fingers were twisting a lock of his new long, blonde hair, and he was unconsciously chewing on his bubblegum pink lips. “Ugh, whatever, Jake! I, like, totally didn’t ask to be, like, all… hot and stuff. It’s, like, this stupid spell Alex put on me! Now, all I can, like, think about is, like, how to look cute and, like, how my boobs, like, bounce when I walk. It’s, like, sooo annoying!”

Luke, another gang member, leaned against a stack of crates, chuckling. “Hey, Rog, uh, sorry, Barbie, why don’t you, like, give us a twirl in that little skirt? Show us what you got, girl!”

Roger glared at Luke, but his pouty expression and the way he stood with one hip cocked out only made his gang laugh harder. “This ain’t funny!” Roger snapped, though his high-pitched, breathy tone only made things worse. “I’m still the same guy, okay? Just, like, in this stupid, sexy body. And, like, all these thoughts keep popping into my head about, like, makeup and, like, boys and stuff, and it’s, like, super gross!” He shivered, crossing his arms over his ample chest, which only pushed his cleavage up higher.

“Oh yeah?” Jake jeered. “That why you’re swayin’ your hips like that when you walk? And that look, man, I seen less bitchiness on my baby sister. Face it, Rog, you're just a bimbo now!

Roger’s cheeks flushed as the gang kept laughing. “Stop it! I’m, like, still tough! I could, like, totally kick your ass if I wanted!” he squealed, stomping his foot, which only made his stiletto heels click loudly against the concrete floor.

Luke doubled over with laughter. “Kick my ass? With those nails? Cmon, princess, I mean, look at you! You’re struttin’ around here like you’re on some catwalk, and I’m just waitin’ for you to, like, whip out a compact and start doin’ your makeup!”

Roger knew he couldn't let these dudes keep laughing at him! He was a strong guy, a real badass. But now they were treating him like some dumb chick! "Shut up!" he cried. "I'm totally not a princess, I'm like, totally badass and stuff!" His big blue eyes were filling with tears.

Jake leaned in close, sneering. "You know what I think? I think you're liking this a little too much, princess. Hell, I see you checkin' yourself out in every shiny surface. Bet you're already thinkin' about your next outfit, huh?"

Roger stomped his heel angrily, the way he did when he wanted to be taken seriously. But he felt himself blush. Jake was totally right; he did keep thinking about new ways to show off his body. Like, maybe a miniskirt and tank top would make his boobs look even better! "I... I just don't like dressing like a total loser, okay? Like, it's not my fault that-"

"Sure thing, dollface," Luke interrupted, mimicking his high, breathy voice. "You just keep dreamin' about your fairy tale ending, and we'll take care of the real business, alright?" He smirked and then looked at the others and started chuckling, knowing they all agreed with him. "You ain't in charge no more, Rog, uh, sorry, how is your name now... Barbara? Yeah, Barbie, face it, you're just a ditzy airhead now."

Roger felt his heart sink. “I don’t, like, need you. I’m gonna find Alex and, like, make him pay, with or without you.” he whined loudly, while Luke was too close, eyeing up Roger's curves hungrily. "What's with that look, Luke? You, like, want something, you, like, pervert?!" he snapped angrily, turning around sharply "I'm, like, so over this. I'll find Alex without, like, your help."

Luke snorted and slapped the boy's ass with a loud smack that made him squeal loudly. "Ouchie!" Roger gasped, stepping forward in his heels and feeling a little off balance. "That hurt! Luke, like, totally don't, like, do that, 'kay?"

"Or what?" Luke jeered. "What'll you do, Barbie?"

Roger frowned. "Or... Or, like, I'm totally gonna get you, like, arrested and, like, stuff. For... Like... Being a bad, bad boy! And, like, hitting me." He ran quickly towards the exit, wobbling on his stilettos, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment at his stupid comeback. "I, like, can't wait to find Alex, and, like, kick his ass and stuff! And, like, then make sure you're all totally sorry for laughing at me!"