STEREOTYPICAL BY MATT L.
Daphne Blake sat at her vanity table priming her luscious mane of brick red hair, much to Velma Dinkley’s annoyance.
“Hurry up already! I’ve been ready to go for a half hour!”
Daphne’s cute smirk brilliantly coincided with her silly giggle, “Oh Velma! Girls like you will never understand!”
Velma stood at the door holding up the car keys which she dangled, “Understand this, I’m leaving now! Your Romeo Fred will be supremely disappointed about you not pulling your weight!”
Velma’s comment did snag a cord with Daphne, she was becoming increasingly uninterested in the mystery solving franchise and had recently become absorbed with the idea of becoming a television spoke model for a celebrity gym. However, Daphne did want to keep her boyfriend happy and after a quick glance at her resplendent reflection tore herself away from the mirror, muttering aloud, “I guess this will have to do!”
“You guess this will have to do?” Velma snapped semi crankily, “We’re checking out a high school not having dinner at some five star restaurant.”
Daphne hurriedly sashayed by Velma, “That’s so like you, Velma, always bringing up food!”
Daphne walked far ahead of Velma on route to the car, “You drive, I need to check out my messages.”
“I always drive when we’re together, really Daph, I’m starting to feel like your personal chauffer!”
The females buckled up, Daphne surveying her phone, Velma pulled the car unto the street.
Fred and Shaggy were away at the yacht club checking on some shenanigans happening there, the team didn’t usually split up but Mr. Wimple the dean of students at Roosevelt High School was thus so quite alarmed by the weird incidents occurring at the high school, Fred felt sending the team off in separate directions was the sound thing to do.
“Since I’ve known you in high school, Daph, you’ve always been the archetype of feminine physical beauty but jeepers, lately you’ve become abnormally obsessed with your looks where it’s infringing on the team. Even Fred has groused a few times that you have been slacking off since that fitness center tendered you a proposal to work for them!”
Daphne veered her eyes away from the phone, “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”
“There’s nobody else in the car!”
“You don’t know what it’s like, Vel”, Daphne said as she returned her eyes to the text messages.
“Ohhhh please enlighten me, what’s it like being a fashion vixen!” Velma shrilled.
“Is that sarcasm?” Daphne inquired.
“Yes, and I’m laying it on thick in case you can’t tell! Twice you’ve referenced me being clueless about girls like you. I’m anxious hearing the details….” Velma ragingly uttered.
Daphne heaved an aloof sigh before addressing Velma.
“You’ve always been all brains, and rather naïve about feminine stuff, and I mean like dressing up as if you’re always in the spotlight or making sure your hair is perfect. You do have that dweeb look spot on and it works for you, I really believe you make causal look cute despite the lackluster garments and the hairdo. Although isn’t it about time you switch for more fashionable eyewear. Right?”
“Hey!” Velma peeped as she unconsciously pushed up her glasses, “There’s nothing amiss about my appearance, so what if fashion isn’t my top priority!”
“How long have you been wearing that big orange turtle neck sweater?’ Daphne giggled, “But I suppose it does suit you now since you’re carrying some extra chub.”
“You have no clue how much I weigh!” Velma replied a tad self-conscious.
“Who are you talking to?” Daphne buzzed, “I can discriminate even the slightest changes in a person’s weight like it’s an art form. Your skirt is starting to cradle your butt and your thighs are becoming wider. Even your face reveals the additional pounds as your second chin looks roomier.”
Velma uneasily wheezed, Daphne decisively shook her head, “I’m judging by the look of you, you’ve put on 14 or 15 pounds in the last month.”
“Its 10-pounds and mind your own business!” Velma said huffily.
Daphne questioned, “When was the last time you weighed yourself?”
“Two weeks ago Saturday…”
Daphne again giggled, this time much louder, “Add another ten pounds to that number!”
“Shut up!” Velma blurted.
“Well, Vel, I’ll tell you this, wearing a brown skirt is marvelous. Perfectly sets you up for what’s to become of you!”
“Huh?”, Velma’s reaction overblown with confusion, “What does wearing a brown skirt have to do with anything?”
“You see! This proves you’re soooooooo fashion dysfunctional!” Daphne chortled, absolutely proud to show off her fashion knowledge, “The color brown is a fat girls color, suits you just fine then doesn’t it!”
“I’m not fat!” Velma boisterously pledged, her voice then softened into an uncertain drone, “Not that fat anyway, I just got a tiny bit pudgy.”
Daphne cracked a very superficial grin, “I agree to some extent but at the rate you’re going in another few months you’ll be tubbier than I want to imagine.”
“But as long as you’re okay with it”, Daphne added rather patronizingly, “I’d lay off the donuts, milkshakes and grilled cheese sandwiches if it was me.”
“It’s not you, alright!” Velma tensely warbled, “You’ve always been slim, looked gorgeous, been admired by your peers. For some of us its hard work!”
Daphne mood switched to a critical venue, “You don’t even try working at it. Oh for sure, you’ll mind the calories for a little while now that we’ve had this talk but you’ll return eating unhealthy fattening foods and make excuses for your appetite. Really, your clothes say so much about you.”
Velma tugged at the sweater’s fabric, “My clothes say what exactly?”
“That you have no urgency about looking presentable and ignorant in terms of style.”
“If I had a body to flaunt maybe I would be more interested in stylish clothes_”. Velma mused aloud but then dished it back at Daphne, “_But I wouldn’t be illogically fixated on my appearance or as vain as you.”
Daphne harshly gaped at Velma, “I’m not vain, that’s a typical comment frumpy girls use to make themselves feel better around glamorous types.”
A broad smile grew up Velma’s lips; she took pleasure digging her astute wit into Daphne’s thin skin.
“You’re an artificial bombshell, all fluff and no substance. Your contribution to our gang has always been vague at best. You’re eye candy, window dressing, take away your looks you’d be our traveling secretary or go-fer, maybe a second hand sidekick. Even Fred wouldn’t be the least bit amorously captivated by you.”
Daphne folded her arms over her bust, and she grimaced, “Well, I’m the one whose been approached as a spokes model.”
“My point exactly!” Velma announced as the high school came into view, “Your superficiality is out of cosmic proportions!”
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The friends bickered long enough for Velma to park the car; the girls then hopped out and made tracks to the high school.
The contemporary high school was stretched over a pair of building with a small on campus park where the cheerleaders were rehearsing their routines.
Clad in Red and black uniforms, only a handful of the girls could be described as being in respectable physical condition, the majority of the cheerleader ranged from moderately out of shape to pleasingly plump.
Daphne immediately noticed the cheerleaders wearily and somewhat clumsy actions, and she couldn’t refuse a catty remark.
“Seems they’ve lowered the standards since I was in high school, most of those little heifers wouldn’t make my squad!”
Velma’s expression curdled, “Daph! If you can’t be civil, keep your observations to yourself!”
“I was just saying”, Daphne uttered a little too arrogantly, “Half those girls won’t look as hot as me when they’re my age.”
Velma cringed inside but let the remark go, continuing the bickering would be pointless.
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A few minutes later they were seated in office of the Dean of Students where he explained the strange events.
“I know I’ll sound like a lunatic but you can go around school and interview other witnesses.”
Mr. Wimple was an older man, bald and with a thick mustache, glasses perched over his hook of a nose.
“First thing that happened I guess was when Ms. Eberhart the English teacher began speaking in Yiddish slang and with a loud Brooklyn accent, and then Kimberly Orbit who was destined to represent the school in the state’s track competition somehow gained 45-pounds overnight, most of the weight distributed over her rump and thighs.”
Velma and Daphne listened as Mr. Wimple shared a few more of the strange transformation shenanigans.
Lea Stuart the president of the Young Republicans club now has taken up a Bohemian lifestyle and wants to be a folk singer, another student, Ginger Taft who used to volunteer all the time for school events has become an introvert, Calvin Hanson the quarterback now throws like a girl, and Ms. Sandra Pine, the bubbly and popular student counselor thinks she’s a freshman and a geeky one at that!
Mr. Wimple concluded, cracking an eye, he made sure the door was shut before adding his suspicions, “There was talk, I most certainly believed it was nonsense but a few members of the faculty and some of the students sort of had the notion that Ms. Wallis the cafeteria matron is a witch.”
“A witch? Do you think this woman is a witch?” Velma asked.
“I don’t think so”, Mr. Wimple replied, “I mean, she’s a little spooky in the unconventional sense but she never put a hex on me.”
“We should check her out”, Velma told Daphne who agreed with a nod.
“You’ll find Ms. Wallis in the cafeteria located in the north concourse, now if you’ll excuse me, I have a banjo lesson.”
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Upon entering the cafeteria, Daphne and Velma were immediately welcomed by a gawky looking girl who was obviously in her early twenties but resembled a student.
“Hi! I’m Sandy! You’re new around here!”
Sandra Pine’s hair was in a messy pixie style, not a shred of makeover over face which had a minuscule amount of acne while her pencil thin body was decked out in mangy flannel shirt and faded blue jeans.
“Ms. Pine?” Velma shrewdly asked, “You’re the senior counselor, aren’t you?”
Sandy lowered her head but lifted her shoulders, “I get that a lot but nooooo, I’m just a student, this is my freshman year”, she gushed then giggled.
“Any possibility you could lead us to the cafeteria matron, Ms. Wallis?”
Sandy’s features froze in horror, “Oh no, no, no. I’m not going near that woman and neither should you, she’s a witch!”
“What makes you think she’s a witch?” Daphne redundantly asked.
“See that girl over there….” Sandy pointed over to a young woman clad in a drab housekeeping uniform, “That’s Vanessa Taylor, she was totally materialistic, now she works part time cleaning rooms at the Holiday Inn because she thinks housekeeping is her calling.”
A large booming voice interrupted the conversation.
“Sandy! Shouldn’t you be in Mrs. Pokono’s English 101 class?”
Sandy turned around and gazed over at the frosty haired woman, “Oh, right, sorry…”
“Got a go!” Sandy screeched as she hurriedly walked by Daphne and Velma.
Ms. Sabrina Wallis was a tall overweight woman, her white hair in an old fashion bun style, her eyes holding an ominous sparkle, mainly centering her vision on Daphne.
“May I help you girls?”
Daphne stepped behind Velma, who made the introductions in a crisp and clear tone,
“I’m Velma, this is Daphne, we’re from Mystery Incorporated, we’ve been hired to check on the strange events present at the school.”
“Ah, this is just a normal high school, nothing as you say ‘strange’ happening around here”, Ms. Wallis answered.
Velma momentarily swung her face toward Daphne who was standing behind her, then resumed her conversation with Ms. Wallis, “Just the same if you don’t mind we’d like to interview some of the students and staff, including you. Are you free to speak with us now?”
Ms. Wallis nodded, “No harm in a little chitchat, trust me, Velma, I’ll convince you there’s nothing out of the ordinary happening around here.”
“Do you have an office or somewhere we can talk in private?” Velma continued to speak while Daphne remained positioned behind her unusually scared.
“We can have our discussion here in the lunch room, take a seat at that table over there”, Ms. Wallis said pleasantly, “I’ll join you in a minute, first permit me to gather something for you girls to nosh. I’m a firm believer that the best way to converse is always over a meal or snack.”
“Fine”, Velma cheerfully replied just before Ms. Wallis walked away, the friends taking a seat at a table.
“What going on with you?, Velma chided Daphne but with a smiling face and sweet tone, “Standing behind me, being quiet. See, you’re not pulling your weight.”
Daphne whirled several strands of her radiant red hair around her fingers, “That…that woman is totally crazy spooky!”
Velma wagged her head, her brawny intellect distinguishing something foul by Daphne’s behavior and choice of words.
“Spooky? Ms. Wallis looks like any other conventional cafeteria matron; you’ve experienced plenty of spooks, phantoms and goblins. I think Ms. Wallis is indisputably harmless compared to them.”
“Golly, Velma”, Daphne warily discharged, her face seemingly wincing in doubt and fear, “Did you see how Ms. Wallis looked at me with those big creepy eyes, like she looked right through me but at the same time calculating something sinister about me.”
Velma tilted her head; there was something suspicious about Daphne’s vocabulary.
Daphne rocked sideways in her chair, her arms folded over her bust, her body language more than a little peculiar.
“Maybe we should just get the H-E double hockey sticks out of here, tell Freddy this was all an erroneous misunderstanding…”, Daphne nervously warbled.
Velma’s mouth dropped upon realizing, “Daphne, you’re sounding like a nerd and a frightened one at that!”
“No I’m not!” Daphne pouted, grumbling in attempt to scold Velma yet a bolt of immaturity causing her to fail, “You’re the nerd! Nah-nah! Not me!”
Velma leaned back in her chair, deducing without haste, “Maybe there is something about Ms. Wallis being a witch, I believe you’ve been hexed.”
“Hexed? How?” Daphne’s voice cracked, “I don’t notice anything different…” she squeakily droned.
Ms. Wallis stepped unto the scene holding a tray which contained two extra-large milkshakes and a few slices of pie.
“You girls must be faminished”, Ms. Wallis crookedly smiled.
“I’ll say!” Daphne chirped, Velma’s features curdling in shock as she watched Daphne seize the glass and pounced on the straw, slurping away a generous mouthful.
Velma began to caution her friend, “Wait, Daphne…”, but it was too late, Daphne had emptied half the glass, subsequently gnawing on a slice of pie.
“Oh let her eat”, Ms. Wallis slyly told Velma, “We have the most delicious milkshakes, try yours…”
Daphne wiped her lips, emitting a high-pitched giggle, “Nah, she better not, Velma’s dieting.”
Ms. Wallis turned to Daphne, her lips curving into a mischievous grin, a venomous twinkle occupying her eyes, “Then it shouldn’t go to waste, the other milkshake is all yours!”
Daphne elatedly bounced in her chair, “Goodie!”
Velma reached over and grasped Daphne’s forearm, “Settle down, this isn’t what it appears to be.”
“And what does it appear to be?” Ms. Wallis interrupted Velma.
Ms. Wallis stood in an authoritative stance, “Ah, high school is such a splendid place, cultivating minds and launching futures.”
The girls experienced a tingling sensation rippling through their bodies as Ms. Wallis continued, “You both remember your high school years, don’t you?”
“Oh heck, yeah…” Daphne managed to reply and with pride as she began nibbling on the other slice of pie, “…I was a cheerleader, totally popular and cute…”
“Be nice for a transitory review, wouldn’t it now, and I have an itch I can’t scratch that says you have the perfect attributes for cafeteria work, missy!” Ms. Wallis smiled at Daphne.
Daphne sunk lower in her chair, “Cafeteria work..me?”
“You’re scaring my friend!” Velma shouted at Ms. Wallis.
Ms. Wallis took a step back, “Your friend? Your friend is self-important and superficial; alas traits and behavior are essentially developed in high school.”
Ms. Wallis’s features became twisted, a weird shrill to her voice, “Travel back to high school, Velma, see if things can be improved…”
A grayish-blue whirling mist engulfed the pair, the females felt a bizarre coldness, blinking a couple times, Ms. Wallis was gone but once the cloud had subsided, things were different.
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“We’re teenagers again!” Velma spoke while in awe and vastly flabbergasted as she gazed upon Daphne.
Daphne’s luxurious red mane lay over her shoulders, outlining her scrumptious beautiful features and while her figure was clad in her former white with navy blue trim cheerleader uniform, her body wasn’t exactly the same.
A little baby fat circled Daphne’s waist and she now sported a small plump pouch over her once smooth tummy.
In turn Daphne surveyed Velma’s appearance, now realtively skinny and sporting the very same orange turtle neck sweater and brown skirt.
“You’re right!” Daphne exploded in giggled, “You always wore that getup! At least you’re thin!”
“Yeah, this is cool being back in high school”, Daphne added as she steered her lips toward the straw, Velma quicky pulled the milkshake away from Daphne before she could consume another sample.
“No! This isn’t cool! Quite the opposite!” Velma urgently squawked, “We have to find that Walls woman and have her change things back.”
However, Daphne’s mind focused on the milkshake, “Hey!” she squeaked, “I was drinking that!”
“Are you sure you want to drink this?” Velma warned Daphne, “Look at your figure; you’re hauling about ten extra pounds!”
“Oh, I can work it off in the gym!” Daphne chuckled, “No big deal! But like, you know, this might be fun reliving high school. It was such a blast for me.”
Velma shifted her body, leaning in toward Daphne, conveying, “Ms. Wallis’s intentions aren’t about us enjoying our high school years, it’s a spell to thwart our destiny. Didn’t you hear her say you’d be perfect working in a cafeteria!”
Daphne giggled, “So? I’ll meet a lot of cute guys working in the cafeteria.”
Daphne grabbed the milkshake, slding her lips unto the straw, she began to nourish.
“Not if you’re fat!” Velma finally replied.
Daphne folded her arms over her cleavage and pouted, “You’re just being mean coz in high school you were a dork and didn’t have the cool advantages that I had!”
Velma pushed up her glasses, “As much as I’d like to see all this come back and bite you in the ass, I’m really imploring you to get in a right mind about this and help me find Ms. Wallis before its too late!”
Daphne crinkled her nose as she finished the milkshake, “You’re a wet blanket, totally.”
Daphne vacated her seat in such haste, the legs of the chair noisily skid across the tile floor.
“Go and find that woman on your own, I’m going to meet up with my friends!”
“Friends! What friends?” Velma questioned.
“Duh, I’m a cheerleader and super popular!” Daphne patronizingly rattled off, “I must have tons of friends. Good luck hunting for Ms. Wallis!”
Velma watched in utter annoyance as Daphne walked away, noticing the roomier aspect of her friend’s hindquarters that had grown by inches and apparently caked with flabby tissue.
The nimble roving of Daphne’s fuller duff coinciding with the faint quiver of her marginally plump thighs.
Velma slid off her chair and was about to trial Daphne, albeit her actions put on hold by some matronly looking teacher who sneered at her.
“Velma Dinkley! Get a move on it or else you’ll be late for PE!”
Velma was caught off guard, “PE?”
“You know very well I mean physical education as in gym class!”
Velma wagged her head, “I’m not a student here…”
The teacher pointed to the cafeteria’s exit, “Now! And I hope you have your uniform!”
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Velma looked around, just as she was somehow transformed back into a high school senior she now stood in the girls locker room.
A crowd of cute and bubbly, and very physically fit senior girls circling around her.
Cheerleaders!
“Where did this geek come from?” a dazzling red head questioned.
Velma was about to speak when another girl interrupted her, “Nice hairstyle, dork!”
However, from out of the pack a picturquese vixen with wavy chocolate brown hair and lean yet enthrallingly sculptured to the max figure advanced forward.
“I’m Priscilla Prescott! The queen bee!”
Finally Velma started her explanation, “This is going to sound very strange and it won’t make much sense….”
Priscilla’s bored expression weighed heavy on her charming features, “Stop talking, your voice is giving me a headache.”
“Maybe I should leave”, Velma said adjusting her eyewear, “I don’t belong here.”
Erica Rynehurst, the squad’s beta female, smirked in agreement, “You got the hint.”
Priscilla cracked an eyebrow, “Just a minute, don’t go anywhere.”
Velma stood while the cheerleader circled her, Priscilla signaled over to Erica, “Let’s be lenient, we’re all overdo for a charitable act of kindness.”
Erica wasn’t shy about her opinion, “Yeah but just look at the dork, her frumpiness makes my skin crawl.”
“Then we’ll have to change that won’t we!” Priscilla told Erica, and then announced to her court, “Let’s give this rag muffin a makeover! Prettier her up so she won’t be a visual burden to us and the school.”
“Visual burden?” Velma said softly, though inescapable to the collection of cheesecake.
“You can’t very well attend our school looking like that!” Erica boldly smiled, “That hair and glasses, and what disgusting department store did you buy those clothes at?”
There was an arcane quality to Priscilla’s smile as she gently grasped Velma’s forearm and led her to the mirror. “It’ll be okay, trust us.”
“First, you have to lose those ugly glasses!” Priscilla said casually. “How will I see?” Velma questioned.
Erica sighed, “I know you’re highly contaminated with the nerd gene but au courant babes wear contacts!”
Velma groaned, “Had I wanted contacts…”
As Velma groused concerning contacts, Priscilla swiftly tore the glasses off Velma’s face, Erica handing the Alpha cheerleader a pair of contacts in errie swiftness.
“Place them on your eyes, do it now!” Priscilla urged Velma.
Velma was seemingly influenced by the dazzling beauty, and did as she was told.
“Ohhhh…I see much better now”, Velma smiled upon putting on the contacts, “Not only has my vision improved but I perceive a certain milieu that was once foreign to me, mentally and physically.”
“Keep talking like you’re extra smart and you’ll be permanently removed from our clique!” Erica sneered.
Priscilla bubbly grinned, “You’ll have to excuse Erica, she’s very quick tempered about such things.”
Velma hesitated but nodded, Priscilla continued, “If you want to be on top of the social ladder intelligence isn’t a requirement, you just need enough brains for passing grades.”
Erica flipped back her mane, “That’s right, Suzy-Q, you can’t be a show off in smarts if you want to hang out with us popular babes! Only nerds and geeks have high IQ’s, and they’re pariahs.”
Velma giddily replied, “Right! Intelligence is so over-rated. I’d rather look hot and hang out with the beauty people!”
Priscilla congenially giggled, “Well, we have to get you there first if you want to look hot! Those repulsive clothes have to be tossed.”
Velma anxiously undressed, her undergarments causing a chorus of laughter from the crowd.
“She wears the same brand panties as my mom!” a cheerleader shouted out.
“I have never seen primative underwear like this, I mean totally granny style”, Erica perkily mused aloud.
Priscilla snapped her fingers, another cheerleader emerged from the crowd toting a duffle bag which she promptly opened and removed a set of fashionable looking bra and panties.
Priscilla handed Velma the garments, “Here, put these on in the shower stall.”
Velma held up the bra, the cups vastly larger than her natural self.
“Ohhh, I’m afraid this is too big for me.”
Priscilla grabbed Velma by the shoulders and spun her around toward the shower stall.
“Don’t question me, now march!”
Velma held the garments close to her body and traipsed to the shower.
(((((( MEANWHILE ))))))
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Daphne as it appeared was walking in circles, and no sight of the cool kids, the clique she unvaryingly belonged. Daphne repeatedly found herself in the cafeteria, and due to exhaustion and perplexity, parked her spacious cabbose at a table to gather her thoughts.
“Hey baby!” a tall skinny dude trying to sound cool broke Daphne’s concentration.
Besides being lanky, his blond hair was a mess, a trace of acne over his face and his clothes hardly matched.
Daphne didn’t even bother favoring the dude with eye contact, and conforming to her upper class status, addressed him in an aloof manner, “Get lost….”
“Oh I get ya!” The guy smiled, “You’re feeling down in the dumps! I know what cheer you up!”
Before Daphne could reply, the guy was gone but was back just as quick with a large banana flavored milk shake.
“Here ya go, pretty girl, it’s on me”, the young man humorously stated, introducing himself as Iggy he then added, “There’s no limit for milkshakes if that’s what makes you hap-hap-happy!”
Daphne angrily gawked at Iggy until he rubbed the bottom of her chin.
In a flash Daphne’s anger was quelled and she smiled, “Thanks for the milkshake.”
Iggy took the seat next to Daphne who once again emptied the glass in one smooth slurp!
Daphne’s tummy pouch moderately progressed in size, becoming something of a junior level potbelly.
“Feel better my lovely dream of enchantment?” Iggy said ultra geeky.
Daphne brought her hands over her belly, oblivious to its swollen condition and heaved an elongated breath, “Oh hot dogs and spaghetti, I’m cosmically in left field, I can’t find my totally awesome friends!”
Iggy excitedly brought Daphne up to speed, “Don’t be miffed about that! I know where they are but first you got to tell me your name and I‘ll take you to them!”
Daphne rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose in a cute mode, “Daphne Blake…”
“Outrageous name for an outrageous babe!” Iggy screeched, “Seriously cool! I’ll call you Daffy, okay?”
Daphne reeled back her face, “Okay, I guess?”
Somehow Iggy managed favoring Daphne with another milkshake, “Take a sip, Daffy, I’ll take you to your friends.”
“I really shouldn’t, cheerleaders need to be in the most best fantastic shape ever…” Daphne admitted as she brought her lips to the straw, a hint of drool leaving her lips, “….but darn, I can’t resist…”
Daphne closed her eyes and slurped away a mouthful, her bone chilling snort filling the air.
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Daphne opened her eyes, no longer in the cafeteria she was in a dimly lighted room with several other students represented by both genders. The boys on one side of the room, the girls on the other, sharing one obvious and distinct trait; social misfits - the nerds and geeks.
Daphne was sandwiched between a pair of portly girls; Gretel Brink who was clothed in garments several sizes too small for her humongous body, and Tina O’Shea, who looked like an obese farm girl in her faded blue overalls.
Gretel’s dark hair stucked to the sides of her face, Tina’s blond mane in pigtails, cosmetic free faces but acne littering their chubby cheeks.
“You gonna go Saturday?” Gretel enthusiastically asked Daphne, “Frannie’s grandma makes the best homemade pizza, and we’ll have potato soup with cheese too!”
Daphne felt obliged to answer but she didn’t expect the awkward sounding drone that left her lips, “I’ll see, maybe?”
The girls applauded in excitement, Daphne’s eyes falling onto Iggy who was seated at a table with a couple of abnormally nerdy looking guys.
It took Daphne a moment to edge herself upward but she moved swiftly to Iggy.
“What the heck is going on?” Daphne whined, “You were supposed to take me to my friends!”
Iggy and the other guys chuckled, and he finally started the fact, “Oh Daffy, these are your friends!”
Daphne brought her hands to her hips, “No! These aren’t my friends, I’m a cheerleader! I hang with the popular girls!”
A voice coming from behind corrected Daphne, “You, a cheerleader! Good one, Daffy!”
Daphne turned around, for some bizarre reason she knew the chubby high school senior addressing her was Frannie Swanson.
Frannie’s brown locks dangling downward over her shoulders, her bangs uneven, realistically compatible to her marginally pretty - blemished equipped face.
Approximately 200-pounds and pear shaped, Frannie was clad in a mutil-colored top with the caption ‘Purr-fect’, a cartoon kitten beneath, her doughy looking belly hung over her ratty parachute pants which broadcast her wide bubble butt and buttery thighs.
In swift action Frannie slapped Daphne’s protruding belly, casusing it to uncontrollably bounce and triggering a voluble shriek from Daphne, “OW! That hurts!”
Frannie cackled, “You big baby! I didn’t know cheerleaders were such whiners.”
Daphne pouted, she didn’t feel so impressive or confident being picked on by a chubby geek.
“Jokes over, Daffy!” Gretel yelled with a giggle.
Frannie shook her head, a cheesy but benevolent grin taking root in her pudgy face.
“I don’t know why you’re in that get-up, did you really think you’d get away with it posing as one of ‘them’.”
Daphne wiped her nose, “One of them?”
“The preppy kids! You’re one of us, Daffy!” Frannie announced.
Daphne nervously tugged on the skirt’s waistband, whimpering in a high pitched tone, “You saying I’m a social misfit, an oddball?”
“To the majority of students, yes!” Frannie chirped.
“Nerd, dork, dweeb, geek!” Tina called out, “Take your pick, all the popular kids think that about us!”
Daphne covered her mouth, muttering quietly, “No, this is out of range in cosmic proportions.”
Frannie grabbed her purse, a hefty pink bag decorated with pictures of ’The Powder Puff Girls’. And removed her comb, “We have to put you back in order; we’ll start with your hair…”
Daphne froze in her spot as Frannie ran the comb through her lustrous red locks.
The length Daphne’s of mane shorten into a trivial mushroom style, the hue losing its radiance becoming a jaded shade of orange. Daphne’s skin became oily, black heads on the side of her nostrils, pimples over her jaw line while she her nose developed a bulbous tip.
Daphne’s front teeth enlarged, her lower lip widened as her cheeks became puffy and round, a second chin flourishing in a squishy texture.
The mushroom hairdo challenged the bloated aspect of Daphne’s face which now could be best described as plain, registering the impression of a terribly timid and dumpy young lady.
Daphne’s eyes grew wide, although not privy to a mirror she knew exactly what she looked like, “Oh, no, no, no, no!”
“Daffy, nothing wrong with how you look, you blend in with us perfectly!” Frannie smiled warmly, “You’ll feel better once you’re out of that uniform and into suitable clothes.”
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