Changing suits

Scout Summers was changing books at her locker when she heard some talking near her. She turned her ruby quartz lenses. She found herself looking at the back of Donna Matthews’s head. She was flanked by a couple of her cheerleading cronies and they were tearing someone down. Again.

"God, I can't believe they even let her in here?" a crony said, disgust in her voice.

"I know! Doesn't she ever take a bath? And that hair!" Donna .
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"Yeah, you could get enough grease out of her head to keep a McDonalds in oil all day!" Crony two said and they all laughed no matter how dumb the joke was. Scout had a very good idea who twerewere talking about.

"Watch this," Donna said before sticking her foot out. Scout heard somebody trying eep eep their balance before one of the cronies knocked them from behind. Tanya Tolanski spilled onto the floor in front of about a dozen students who all started laughing.

There's a Tanya Tolanski in every school across the world, Scout thought. That kid who everyone picks on because they feel a certain right. Tanya was about 5.4" but she slouched. Scout thought if she stood straight she might be a good 5'9". She did indeed look like she hadn't been acquainted with bath water for awhile, but Scout knew that the dingy hue of her skin was only because of her mutation.

Probably the unfortunate smells as well. That slightly damp smell that got her so much teasing. Her old ripped jeans and green shirt didn't help.

Tanya kept her head down while she struggled to collect her books only to have Donna kick her onto her side. Scout was about the step in when a familiar voice shouted, "leave her the fuck alone, cunt!"

Everyone looked up to see Laurel Alvers come stomping down the hall, very pissed off. She was heading down the hall towards them, black hair tied back, and in her tee, leather jacket, jeans and boots.

It may have been Summers imagination but she could have sworn she felt the ground shake just a little with each step.

The unofficial leader of the sisterhood of evil mutants helped Tanya up. Not even Donna dared kick them.

"Thanks yo," Tanya said quietly.

Laurel turned to Donna who only smirked back, hands on hips as if daring her to do something. Laurel looked like she was about to fulfil the request when the bell rang.

Laurel had to be settle with saying, "don't you fucking touch her again."

"Awww," Donna said in a sweet voice. "Afraid I'm going to hurt your little dyke girlfriend?" the three then turned and laughed back to class.

Laurel watched them walk away, looking like she wanted nothing more then to tossihem hem all around the hall when she saw Scout watching.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she asked, eyes brown eyes blazing.

"Nothing," Scout said, closing her locker and heading to class.

Petra Maximoff had decided to skip class that period, and possibly the next, she hadn't made up her mind yet. Right now she was in the girls washroom, redoing her make up for the tenth time that day. Hey, being beautiful took work.
Although it really only took her two seconds to redo everything. She paused to look at herself in the
mirror and blew herself a kiss. Her silver hair was perfectly brushed. A thousand strokes this morning had seen to that. Soft pink lipstick all applied, slight bluish mascara in place. God, she was too sexy! She was thinking of zipping over to the mall and teasing older men when the door banged open and Lana stomped in.

"Well if it isn't my favorite walking cloud of PMS!" Petra chuckled. "Decide to skip class or is the bathroom just somewhere you thought destiny had called you?"

"Oh fuck off!" Laurel huffed and perched on the counter, reaching into her jacket for a cigarette. "Caught that bitch Donna, messing with Tanya again."

Petra snapped her head towards Lana who had lighted her cig and said, "that just wont do! Nope! Something has to be done!"


John Grey looked from the math assignment he was currently doing. For some reason a great shudder had just gone through his entire body….


At the end of the school day, Donna Matthews was watching and waiting by her car for John Grey to come out of classes. Groups of students were coming out while she thought of John. Donna really liked him. He was just about the most popular guy in school. His popularity only enhanced her own. Together they were the perfect couple.

A sudden breeze flipped her hair into her face and she flipped it back. She was wondering what was taking so long and why everyone was staring at her…ands why did she feel so…..naked?!?!

Donna had just looked down at herself to see that all her clothing had just vanished. Every stitch. Leaving her ed aed as a jaybird” as her mom liked to say. People started to gasp and laugh as Donna starumblumbly around before it clicked in to scream and, hop into her car and race home.
Too bad she got pulled over on the way home and was detained for indecent exposure.

Back at school Laurel, Tanya and Frances, the last member of the sister, all laughed very hard while Petra did imitations of Donna in her own clothes.

“Oh, look at me!” Petra exclaimed, whirling around in her new clothes. “Aren’t I just the most nauseatingly bifuliful person you ever saw! Always remember! Bulimia is your friend!”

Her three friends were on the ground laughing, Frances causing a small crater when she landed, her shoulder blade length blond hair braided and bobbing. The rest of her huge form shaking.

“Oh shit!” she said through the laughter. “Did you see how long it took her to clue in that that she was naked?”

Tanya, laughing the hardest said, “oh yeah! I wish I had had a video camera, yo! That would have been my happy video for the rest of my life!”

Laurel sat up, wiping her eyes, “yeah, didn’t think you could actually pull that off, Petra.”

Petra, still bouncing around in her new clothes, said “its all about timing, wait until no ones looking and she blinks and then whoosh!” she added a punch of her slim arm. “Had to push myself hard on that one!”

“Yeah,” Tanya said, sobering a little, tears of laughter still standing in her eyes. “Thanks, Petty, that made my month, yo.”

“Think nothing of it mi amigo!” Petra exclaimed, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Your one of the sisterhood! We look out for our own”

“You know it!” Laurel said, tossing an arm around Tanya’s shoulders. “Now let’s get home. Wanna see if we have to steal dinner again.