Margaret Chapman was never a popular girl. Some may even say that she was the biggest dork in her graduating class. She stood at a  measly five feet tall, and at 250 pounds was grossly obese for her height. She was unfortunate to receive braces in her junior year in high school, and still wore them at eighteen, two months before graduation. Her pimply face was adorned with thick-rimmed glasses and greasy jet-black hair.

Today was a day like any other. Her English and Calculus classes droned on, but she took persistent notes regardless. Finally, the bell rung for her next period, Biology. She sighed as she stuffed her notebooks into her off-brand backpack, then stood to waddle hurriedly to her next class. On the way, she passed by the varsity water polo team and their gaggle of friends and partners.

Their jostling and laughing turned to hushed whispers as she waddled past. Her face reddened. "Clearly, they were talking about me," she thought, awash with shame and absorbed in self-conscious reflection. Maybe they were poking fun at her my little pony tee-shirt, or her unwashed hoodie, or at the fact that her deodorant had unfortunately been forgotten that day. She shuffled meekly into the labs, and quietly took a seat in the front of the classroom. Faced with unassigned seating and a laid-back teacher, she was certain that no one would sit near her.

Other students laughed and joked with each other as they filtered into the classroom. The teacher was still nowhere to be found, so many huddled outside, dreading another difficult class. Margaret pulled out her color-coded binder and waited patiently for the class to start. Her instincts proved mostly correct, as the majority of the students flocked together into seats close to their friends in the back. However, the student roster was full today, and the number of empty seats was dwindling. The bell rung, and the only remaining seats were the ones adjacent to Margaret. Finally, the teacher, Mr. Schneider, burst in through the back door. "Alright, please get your homework out and sit down," he boomed over the clamoring of students. The seconds ticked by.

A single straggling student wandered into the doorway. "Sorry I'm late," Adam Greene said. Mr. Schneider responded with a casual hand waive. "No problem, just take a seat," he smiled. Adam looked first at his friends, other members of the polo team, but the seats nearby them were taken. Scanning the room, his eyes finally settled on the seat to the left of Amanda. Her face flushed red as her crush slowly meandered closer to her. "Oh god, fuck, he's going to sit here," she thought. He plopped his bags down and leaned back in the chair, eyes closed.

As Mr. Schneider walked towards the board, Adam opened his eyes. They grew wide when he saw the assigned chapters laid out on the board. "Shit, I forgot about the homework," he whispered, exasperated. He glanced over at Margaret. "Psst, hey, do you have the answers?" She nodded. Adam pulled out his startlingly empty composition notebook and the assigned worksheets. "Do you mind if I look?" She shook her head quickly, absolutely tickled that he would give her the time of day. "Go ahead," she slid the paper towards him.

"Thanks," he said as quickly jotted down the answers, paraphrasing most of them incorrectly.

"Okay, so does anyone have any questions about the assignment?" Mr. Schneider asked the cabal of glassy-eyed, slack-jawed students. The only sound was the shuffling of chairs, and the clock ticking behind them. "Alright then," he said. "Today, we're going to be working in pairs. Everyone look to your right. That's your partner," he said. Adam swiveled his eyes over to Margaret. "At least she's pretty smart, this should be easy," he thought. Margaret cleared her throat. "I guess we're partners," she said, barely containing her joy. "Ok, be cool, Margaret," she thought. Adam gave her an easy smile. "Sorry, I'm a little behind. Do you mind doing most of it?" She shook her head. "No worries," she said.

Another fifteen minutes passed, with Margaret doing the work while Adam flipped through Instagram. "So uhh, what class do you have next?" She asked, lifting her eyes from the page.

"French," he groaned, "I don't get any of it". "Ouch," she sympathized with him. He paused, and then smiled. "So, how blind are you?" He asked. She was taken aback, then laughed. "Uhh, pretty blind, why?"

"I dunno, I have 20/20 and your glasses look pretty thick," he said. She turned pink at the observation. He tilted his head slightly, playful smile still lingering on his lips. "Can I try them on?"

"Uhh, sure," she said, "One second". She took them off, then unzipped the front pouch of her backpack, pulling out her glasses cleaner and cloth. She quickly wiped the smudges off the lenses, then took a pass at the frames to wipe off the grease from her unwashed face.

"Here you go," she gingerly handed them over. Curious, Adam put them on.

Then, something miraculous took place. Margaret watched, eyes wide, as a transformation undertook Adam. He squinted through the frames, looking around the classroom obliviously.

"Jesus, I can't see at all," he bemused. His shaggy, dirty-blonde hair grew longer, stopping at his shoulders. He continued to look around, clueless to the change. His casual red tee-shirt strained as his body underwent a transformation. His formerly flat chest grew saggier by the second, until it became large and heavy enough to require a bra, which seemed to materialize out of thin air to barely contain his now overflowing E-cup tits. His flat abs were the next to go, piling on with fat until his stomach formed into a heavy sphere, spilling onto his lap and wrapping around into generous love-handles. His jeans dug into his new muffin top. As it continued to grow, the jeans gave up their fight, their button bursting and zipper flying down to briefly show his blue underwear. His navel and a sliver of his folded new belly were exposed by his tight tee-shirt.

His back grew fat as well, digging into his new bra with heavy folds at his shoulder blades. Next to go were his arms and thighs. His arms lost their slight muscle tone and dug into his shrinking sleeves, replaced with newly formed bingo-wings. They spilled over his elbows and joined his newly pudgy forearms, chubby wrists, and thick fingers. Next, he adjusted automatically, spreading his legs to accommodate his widening thighs.

 They grew to be over double their size, each leg thicker than his previous waist and laden with cellulite. His ass grew wide and stout, clearly his largest new asset, as it began to spill over the sides of his chair. Its dimpled cellulite was visible through his straining jeans. The back of his shirt rode up, his now wide ass-crack and part of its cheeks on full display.

Margaret flushed as she helplessly watched Adam undergo the transformation. He had to be one of the fattest people in the school now. She peeked at her other classmates. None of them seemed to be aware of the changes occurring in the front row, much less Mr. Schneider, who was engrossed by whatever he was doing on his desktop. Adam loosened his, now her, squint. "Huh, it's getting clearer somehow," she said. She leaned back on her wide ass. She was likely doomed by her newfound weight to waddle for the foreseeable future.

Before Margaret's eyes, Adam seemed to shrink. She went from just over five-foot-eleven to a little over five feet tall. Her clothes still fit poorly, as the change made her grow even wider around her waist, butt, and legs. She still seemed oblivious, although her head tilted upwards slightly to maintain her previous viewing point.

Next, Adam's face lost its angular charm, growing massive, apple-shaped cheeks and chubby jowls. Margaret watched, mouth agape. Adam let out a wide yawn, showing off her new braces and yellowed buck teeth. She scratched her pudgy collar-bone, the definition in her body long-replaced with loose, saggy fat. She sneezed, and her nose grew wide, long, and upturned. She absentmindedly smacked her fatter lips. Her eyebrows, thick as they were, grew into a thicker uni-brow. Her stubble fell away, save for a few noticeable mustache hairs.

Then, her previously perfect complexion became acne-riddled. The acne spread everywhere and formed into blackheads and painful boils, including one on the tip of her wide nose. She even had visible backne. Her face and hair took on a greasy sheen. Margaret wrinkled her nose. Apparently, as part of the transformation, Adam's deodorant and thick axe body spray had

melted away, replaced by the overpowering stench of an unbathed, musky nerd.

Her chubby face strained for a moment, as she tilted to the side and let out a small fart. "Thorry," she blushed, "I had a breakfathst burrito thith morning." Margaret coughed. "It's ok," she lied as Adam's offensive scent wafted into her nostrils. Finally, the attention of the other students was gathered. Margaret heard their hushed whispers and giggles.

"Ugh, what is that?"

"I think one of the nerds farted."

"Ew, which one? Margaret or Amanda?"

Margaret was shocked. Apparently, none of the other students noticed that Adam was replaced with a fat, greasy nerd. In fact, they called him Amanda! It was almost as if they thought this new form was the one he possessed all along.

Some final changes took place for Amanda. Her greasy hair parted unfashionably down the middle, and plaited itself into thin double-braids. Her tee-shirt, now riding up enough to expose her entire flabby belly, grew longer. It took on a pink hue and a braided pattern as it became an unflattering, stained sweater-vest. A greasy off-white tee shirt manifested underneath, still tight enough to pinch her fat arms. Her jeans grew shorter and wider at the waist, riding up in height until they became a skirt that barely covered her wide ass. Finally, her white sneakers transformed to be wider and covered in dirt, changing from Nikes to some off-brand kicks. Her feet remained long, now comically disproportionate for her shorter frame.

Amanda's eyes glazed over for a moment. She seemed lost in thought. Margaret leaned in closer, concerned for the poor, transformed Amanda. Margaret startled as Amanda came back to life, a somewhat excited look on her face.

"I can thee totally clear! Weird, we muthst wear the thame prethcription," Amanda said. Margaret remained quiet. Amanda looked over at her, smirking awkwardly in the face of her wide, bulky braces. "Tho tell me, do thethe make me look like a total dork?"

"A little bit," Margaret nodded sheepishly.

"That'th alright, I thould put mine back on anywayths," Amanda said. She lifted the glasses off her face and handed them back to Margaret, then dug into her much heavier backpack to retrieve her new pair of spectacles. She popped open her glasses case and placed a pair of thick, round glasses onto her face. "Thould we get back to the work?" She said. Margaret smiled, glad to have a partner who would do the work with her. "Sure," She replied.

"Ugh, I can't believe I have gym after thith," Amanda moaned. "At leatht we have tho many clathes together. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Margaret beamed, excited to finally have a friend. Her thoughts were suddenly flooded with memories of hanging out with Amanda; sleepovers, classes, lunch, study groups, and late night gaming sessions. She grinned her braced teeth wider, eyes almost tearing up.

"Yeah, me neither. At least lunch is right after, I'm already starving," she giggled.

Soon enough, the class was over. The two nerds turned in their perfect sheets and waddled off to the gym together, giggling, snorting, and gossiping amongst themselves. The biology room was empty, as it was Mr. Schneider's free period. He smiled.

"It's about time she got a friend," he said. He thought on his plan to make each of the classmates perfect partners. "Now to find one for Jennifer next period."