“Ginger Jenna…walking down the hall”

“I had no idea 90’s troll dolls were back in style?”

“So why can’t you play hide and seek with Jenna?” “Because she’s so skinny, if she turns sideways…you can’t find her” “No…because nobody wants to go look for her”

Jenna Ridley made her way to her locker gritting her teeth and holding back tears like most mornings. “Stupid High School” she mumbled to herself. “Everybody here is such a jerk”

She pulled out her books for her first three classes and jammed them into her back pack.
She knew her red hair was just a frizzy and out of control as always. Her glasses slid down her nose and she pushed them back up feeling a few of the pimples that were across the bridge.

She ran her tongue over her braces at least making sure no food was stuck in them. She cursed her genetics and the fact that puberty was not being kind to her at all. It seemed like every possible wrong turn that could be made in her body maturing had been made.

Jenna had grown tall; at 5’10” she was one of the tallest girls in the school despite being only 14 and a freshman but on top of that, she had grown taller without anything else growing out in proportion. She was rail thin with narrow hips, no butt and no breasts.

Her braces should be coming off at any time but she just couldn’t stick her finger in her eye no matter how hard she tried to wear contacts. Also, no amount of product could tame her hair or acne; she had tried everything on both of them to no avail.

Jenna was just about to close her locker door when it got slammed shut by a passing football player “Think fast Ginger”

Jenna barely got her fingers out of the way before they were smashed inside the door “Hey!” she yelled but nothing else.

Jenna looked down and saw a glint of gold on the ground by her sneakers. She bent down and picked it up. It was a very thin gold necklace with a small blue butterfly pendant on it. “Huh…I wonder who dropped it” she said. She knew she should take it to the office for lost and found but the offices were on the first floor and her locker was on the third and it was almost time for class to start. “I’ll drop it off later”

She slipped it into her pocket and headed off for her first class.

“What the Hell is this crap?” Mackenzie Malone yelled taking a sip from her latté. “Whoever brought me this cup of molten shit needs to be fired?”

“I’m so sorry Ms. Malone…we’ll get you something more to your liking” Mackenzie’s personal assistant said taking the cup from her hand.

“You’d better…and bring me my phone; this is taking forever this morning” Mackenzie called out from her chair.

Mackenzie Malone was one of the highest paid supermodels in the world and this morning as she sat in her hotel suite getting her hair, makeup, nails and skin worked on, she was in a particularly foul mood. Her flight had been delayed by weather and her boyfriend had been made fun of all week in the press because of his last second interception that allowed his team to lose to the Cleveland Browns.

“Who are you?” she snapped at another assistant approaching her.

“I’m here for your pedicure Miss Malone” the woman said softly.

“Fine” Mackenzie said sticking her right foot out. She was being paid 8 million dollars a year to be the face of Glamour Cosmetics but to her, it was just a hassle. Her hairdresser was finishing off putting highlights into her long thick brown hair.

Her makeup was also nearly finished showing off her stunning blue eyes and long lashes. Her perfectly contoured nose and cheeks were being finished as were her long nails.

As her pedicure finished up she was brought her wardrobe: A short sheer dress and 4 inch stilettos that took her 5’11” frame up and showed off her long trim legs. Elaborate earrings were placed on her and the finishing touch was a very delicate gold necklace with a red butterfly pendant.  “So ugly…” she said looking at the necklace.

“We need to do this quick…I have dinner reservations with Kim Kardashian tonight and I won’t miss it” she said as she stood and walked to the windows.

As she strode across the room, she pursed her lips. She felt an odd tingle in her teeth that caused her to run her tongue over them. For a moment, as her tongue ran across, it felt almost as if her right front tooth shifted to a crooked angle but Mackenzie dismissed it.

She struck her first pose jutting out her hip and placing her hand on it. The fierce look she was displaying wouldn’t show any teeth anyway.

The small bumps that were just beginning to form up on her forehead would be another matter.

Jenna made her way into her first period English class and took her seat in the back row. The bell rang soon after and her teacher announced that they would be watching a movie which elicited a roar of approval.

Jenna just slumped back in her desk and relaxed for the first time that day. As the movie started she slipped her hand into her front pocket and pulled out the necklace with the butterfly on it. Bored by the movie she thought “Why not?” and slipped it around her neck, flipping her hair out of the way.

She hooked it and it fell against her chest where she then lifted it up and examined the butterfly. “So pretty…” she said looking at the necklace.

The 14 year old blinked her green eyes a few times and raised her gaze back up to the screen. She rubbed her temples as the pimples on the bridge of her nose shrank smaller and smaller eventually disappearing back into her skin.

When the bell rang at the end of first period, Jenna stood up tall and straight; her shoulders back and her chin up. She headed down the steps to her second class on the second floor. She had actually forgotten about the necklace she was wearing as she had tucked it inside her bulky hoodie.

The necklace sat against the white t-shirt she had on under her green sweatshirt. As she walked, her breasts began to grow just a bit larger and fuller and her hips began to sway just a bit more under her shapeless jeans.

After about 15 minutes of shooting, the photographer squinted around his camera “Can we get a touch up on Miss Malone’s makeup…I’m getting some irregularities on her forehead”

“Ugh” Mackenzie huffed as she turned and stomped a few feet away where the makeup table was stationed.

The lady manning the station rushed forward with foundation and began to brush but as she did, she began to look concerned.

“What is it…why are you making that face?” Mackenzie demanded to know.

“Um…well…” she stuttered.

“What!” Mackenzie shouted.

“Well it looks like you’ve had an outbreak of acne” she admitted.

“What?!” Mackenzie spun toward the closet mirror. “Holy Shit” she yelled as she rubbed her forehead and the unmistakable whiteheads that sat there. “You did this! Your shitty makeup made me break out!”

Mackenzie stomped toward the door “This shoot is over! I will not be photographed looking like this!”

“We can smooth anything out with Photoshop…it’s really not that big of a deal” the photographer said looking around at the amount of people who were being paid to be there and how pissed his bosses would be if he had to tell them that he got no usable shots of Mackenzie Malone.

“Photoshop my ass dickhead!” Mackenzie shouted as she slammed the door shut behind her.
She had her own suite in the hotel a floor down from the shoot so she stomped her way to the elevator with her hand covering her forehead. She saw her assistant come out and begin to head her way “Leave me alone! I am not to be bothered do you understand”

“Yes Miss Malone” she said stopping dead in her tracks as she watched her boss step into the opening elevator doors.

As the elevator made its way down the single floor, a few strands of Mackenzie’s immaculately sculpted hair began to pop out and stand out from the back of her head; looking decidedly frizzy.

Mackenzie stormed into her hotel suite and shut the door behind her. She stepped out of her high heels failing to notice that the smooth touches of her pedicure were vanishing and being replaced. Her nail polish was a very light pink, almost nude in color with a thick clear coat on the top. That clear coat was now gone and the color was starting to brighten.

A bit of the polish spread out and touched the skin as chips began to show on what was now an obviously hand done job by someone with very little experience in the art. Her feet didn’t change size or shape as they were still very much her own but the high class touch was now gone.

Jenna was having trouble concentrating during both second and third period. Her mind just kept wandering and she couldn’t stop it.

She tugged at her jeans as they didn’t seem to be fitting right. They were getting tight in her hips and she kept squirming in her seat; she just couldn’t get comfortable. When she finally got up at the end of third period, her jeans were hugging the curves of her hips and ass, both of which had grown out shapely in the course of the last hour and a half.

She subconsciously tugged at her jeans as she walked down the stairs to her locker unaware of the sway of her maturing and developing body. Her thighs were filling out and rounding as her calves were gaining tone and muscle.

Inside her sneakers, her toes straightened and lay flat as a professional looking pedicure was applied to them. Dark maroon nail polish and strengthening agents came onto her previously bare toe nails. Jenna now walked the halls anonymously; no one seemed to pick on her during her trip to her fourth class.

Mackenzie made her way to the vanity and sat before the huge mirror. She grabbed makeup removers and wipes and began to press and move them about on her face. She was removing more than just makeup from the face that had graced hundreds of magazines and billboards. This time, she was also removing age and uniqueness from it as well.

As she wiped away at her forehead, more pimples were revealed. She ran the cloth over her eyebrows causing them to thin and spread out longer and narrower.

Mackenzie rubbed her eyes; as she did her eyelashes thinned and shrank and her blue eyes became narrow and she developed a habit of squinting.

Mackenzie continued to wipe off the heavy foundation layer on her face and continued to make herself more ordinary in the process. As she rubbed her nose, it lengthened slightly and a bump appeared on the bridge along with freckles. Her cheekbones dropped lower and became less prominent as the color of them became less uniform and perfect.

She wiped at her lips to remove the layers of lipstick and lip gloss and as they came off, her lips thinned and her teeth shrank down and shifted slightly crooked behind those lips.
Mackenzie was finishing her makeup removal with her chin and jaw pulling in and becoming less pronounced and prominent. Without her makeup, she looked much younger and much less glamourous.

Jenna made her way to her fourth period science class and ducked down behind a tall guy who sat directly in front of her. Her hips and legs continued to develop and now her waist began to come in as well narrow and flat to accentuate her curves even further.

She heard and felt her stomach rumble and just chalked it up to being ready for lunch as her stomach flattened and abs began to show.

The class passed slowly and Jenna thought she might stop by the restrooms before she went to the cafeteria. The butterfly pendant had slipped her mind underneath her bulky sweatshirt but it glowed and pulsated there in the dark.

She ran her hands through her frizzy red hair and it began to lie down. She dug into her purse and brought out a brush to run through it and as she did, her hair began to thicken and darken. The light red deepened to auburn and it began to fill out wavy and long.

Jenna spun around though away from the mirror and failed to see her changing hair and body as she rushed to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Who’s that?” a sophomore boy asked his buddy as she rushed past them.

“I don’t know…must be some new senior girl” his friend replied.

“She’s kind of hot”

Mackenzie finished scrubbing her face and refused to look at the mirror. Instead she spun and turned her back on it as she began to brush out her hair. The luxuriant locks began to thin and frizz up; split ends appeared as the deep uniform brown began to spread thin and lighten in spots.

She stood and shook off the sheer dress she had on. It fell easily off her narrowing shoulders and thinning arms.

“I have to get out of here but I don’t want anyone to recognize me” she said unaware that her face and body had already changed enough that it would be impossible for her to be mistaken for a supermodel.

She grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt and quickly put them on “This are bigger than I thought…good” she thought looking at the baggy clothes. She added a hooded sweatshirt and a New York Mets Baseball cap which she pulled down low, her frizzy brown hair sticking out the sides and back.

Under her sweatpants, her hips began to narrow and slim down as her ass began to flatten and deflate as her legs began to change: They started to thin to a more coltish look on her body.

She put on a pair a grey Toms shoes without looking at her poorly done nails before she grabbed a pair of big sunglasses and put those on too.

After Mackenzie’s hands dropped to her sides, the cuffs of the sweatshirts sleeves came down onto the palms of her hands. Her fingernails began to shrink and pull up shorter and her manicure began to fade just as her pedicure had already done.

The meticulously applied polish disappeared and was replaced by a simple single coat of pink nail polish. A few of the nails now also appeared ragged and chewed on with some extra skin around the edges ad cuticles. They were now the hands of a teenaged girl.

Jenna sat by herself during lunch just like every other day. As she ate her sandwich and chips, her arms began to fill in a muscle up, her back and shoulders rose up and her posture improved even more and her breasts began to grow larger. It was not much to begin with, but underneath her bulky clothes, her body was maturing into that of a very well developed young woman.

She headed to her last class of the day because there would be an assembly during the last two periods. She settled into her seat and rubbed her eyes as they began to widen out and expand larger on her face with even the green color of them becoming more vibrant and bright.

As she headed to the gym for the assembly, she passed by her homeroom teacher who grabbed her by the arm. “Whoa…who are you?”

Jenna spun toward her and had only opened her mouth when her teacher continued “Oh…Jenna…I’m sorry but your hair looks great today”

Jenna replied “Thanks” hesitantly and decided to slip back out and head to the restroom again. The assembly just didn’t seem very important to her and she knew that she wouldn’t be missed.

As she walked away glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her, her breasts continued to perfect themselves on her body growing large and round. They bounced away as she picked up speed after she rounded the corner.

Jenna’s lips plumped up and filled out and her teeth grew larger, whiter and straighter. Her chin strengthened and her jaw line straightened.

She continued past her locker with her cheekbones rising up and her nose straightening and shortening up. Her face matured as she entered the bathroom and headed to the mirrors.

Jenna gasped.

Mackenzie’s body began to shrink as she headed for the door. Her breasts shrank and began to diminish in size and her stomach pulled inward making her even skinnier. Her lower body also continued to thin and lose shape under her heavy clothes. Where a supermodel had checked into that room, a nondescript 14 year old walked out of the door to head to the lobby.

She stepped out into the hallway and stepped into the elevator. She rode down with a confused look on her face; none of her assistants had tried to contact her or stop her. “Fine…I don’t want their attention anyway” she thought as the elevator opened at the lobby.

Mackenzie stepped out prepared for an onslaught of paparazzi and while she spied a few of them lurking around the edges of the room, she thought “My disguise is working…they have no idea”

She was walking in her loose clothes and decided to duck into the bathroom in the lobby for a brief second. As she sidestepped a few passing people, Mackenzie felt a tugging sensation inside her mouth. She pursed her lips and dropped her chin “What the heck?” she said as she ran her tongue over her teeth. “Are those…braces?!” She tasted metal in her mouth and she now picked up her pace and locked the door behind her before she turned toward the mirror.

Mackenzie gasped.

“Oh My God…Look at me!” Jenna Ridley said taking in her reflection in the mirror. “What the heck happened to me…I…I’m gorgeous!” she said as she felt a tugging inside her mouth. She bared her teeth and saw that her braces were gone.

“Oh My God…Look at me!” Mackenzie Malone said taking in her reflection in the mirror. “What the heck happened to me…I…I’m ugly!” she said feeling the metal against the inside of her mouth. She bared her teeth and saw that she had braces.

“I look like a kid!” Mackenzie shouted and began to pull off her sweatshirt. She revealed a flat chest and skinny body. She pulled out the waistband of her pants and saw her bony hips and skinny legs before she saw how beat up her hands looked. “No! What’s going on?”
she said yanking off her hat and sunglasses and revealing her plain and youthful face. She ran her hands through her hair catching knots and feeling how rough it was.

“I look like an adult!” Jenna shouted and began to pull off her sweatshirt. She revealed her full breasts nearly overflowing out of her now tight and low cut t-shirt. She looked down and saw that her jeans were now skin tight and painted on her curvy figure. She noticed the manicured look of her hands as she ran it through her soft and vibrant auburn hair.

“This is unbelievable! I look like a model or something…I look so much older” she said.

“This is unbelievable! I look like a teenager…I look so much younger” Mackenzie said.

Jenna dropped the sweatshirt on the ground and dashed from the school bathroom. She headed out the front door and walked to the corner where she stood at the stoplight. When a black limo pulled up in front of her, she didn’t think twice about it until the driver stepped out and said “Ms. Ridley?”

Jenna looked over at him confused “What…Are you talking to me?” she looked around behind her.

“Yes Ms. Ridley, who else would I be talking to? I was told to come and pick you up to take you to your hotel. Your photo shoot has been moved to this evening…you’re just going to have to break your plans with Ms. Kardashian”

Jenna began to freak out “What and who are you talking to…there has to be some kind of mistake…this has to be somebody’s idea of a joke…who put you up to this?”

“No joke…your manager said you’d be here and I was supposed to pick you up and take you to the hotel so you could get into makeup and wardrobe so you need to come with me please…if you don’t I’ll get fired…please”

“How did you know my name?” Jenna asked.

The driver looked surprised “Ms. Ridley…everybody knows your name…you’re one of the most women in the country…America’s top model…the face of Glamour Cosmetics…”

Jenna remembered the reflection in the mirror “If I’m hallucinating this badly…what the heck…I might as well jump in the back of a limo until I wake up” she thought as the door was opened for her. She slid in and took her seat.

“Hallucinations…head trauma…dreaming…what’s going on?” Jenna thought to herself as the limo pulled away into traffic. She looked at her manicured nails and grabbed her now much larger breasts “These feel real; but how can they be?” she said.

Mackenzie scanned the bathroom in a panic “I can’t look like this…I have to be dreaming…wake up Mackenzie” she said with a nervous laugh. “Wake Up!”

A knock on the bathroom door made her spin around. “Hello in there…are you going to be done soon?”

Mackenzie opened the door tentatively. “Um…sorry” she said as she brushed past and into the lobby. She took the elevator back up to her floor and made her way to the door. The key though, no longer worked.

“Shit” she said pulling on the handle and kicking at the locked door.

“Excuse me…you can’t go in there. You have the wrong door” Mackenzie’s manager Robert said peeking out from the next door over.

“Robert…Thank God you’re here” Mackenzie said rushing toward him. “You have to help me…something is very wrong”

Robert looked very confused as she approached him.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can help you” Robert said.

“What do you mean? You’re my manager and I need…”

“Whoa; I think you need to go home. I don’t know who you are or where you came from but this floor is restricted and you need to leave”

“It’s me Robert” Mackenzie said taking off her hat and sunglasses. “I know I don’t look right…I don’t know what happened to me but I…”

“Just stop. Please: You need to go before I call security to have you removed” Robert told her.

“How dare you talk to me like that? I am Mackenzie Malone; the most popular model in the country and I hired you. I am firing you right now Robert”

Robert snorted laughter out of his nose “Wow. I have to give you credit…what did you say your name was…Mackenzie. You know my name so I get it that you’re a fan of Jenna but this is going a little bit too far to try to meet her and get an autograph…buzz off kid”

Robert slammed the door in her face.

“What?! But he…but I…” Mackenzie staggered to the middle of the hall. Her entire world was spinning and collapsing around her.

“I don’t have a purse…or my phone…or any I.D. What am I going to do?” Mackenzie thought heading back to the elevator.

She went back down and went to the front desk. “I got locked out of my room…suite 1601…and I need a new key”

The desk clerk looked at her with a scowl on her face. “You are not in suite 1601 and you are not the first little girl to try this act. Please leave now or you will be detained and your parents contacted”

“My…my parents” Mackenzie scoffed. “Who do you think I am?”

The desk clerk just cocked her head and made a shooing motion with her hand.

Jenna rode along not quite sure of what she was heading for. “Plans with the Kardashians…fashion shoot…what the hell?” ran through her mind. She found a mirror in the back and she flicked it open. “This can’t be my face…or my body…” she thought taking in her new good looks.

The luxury car stopped in front of the Ritz Carlton and the driver hopped out and ran around to open Jenna’s door.

The light streamed in and Jenna stepped out and into her new life.

As soon as her sneakered feet hit the ground, a dozen photographers appeared out of nowhere and began snapping her picture. “What the…” she managed to say and she brought her hand up to shield her eyes.

Once inside the lobby, security stopped the paparazzi and forced them back out onto the sidewalk. Jenna shook her head, her long auburn locks flowed over her shoulders and she smiled only because she thought she should.

A gangly teenaged girl began to approach her with a mean look on her face but was stopped by one of the burly security guards as a tall man swooped down on her and took her by the arm.

“I’m so glad you’re back Jenna…you need to get upstairs and get into wardrobe and makeup…your shoot starts in 3 hours and we’ll only have a few hours of good lighting for the campaign”

“Uh…um…okay” Jenna managed as she was whisked through the lobby to the elevators by this man on her arm.

She rode up to the 16th floor and got out. Immediately she was swarmed by women who escorted her to Suite 1602. She saw tables set up for makeup and hair and clothes on racks in the middle of the room. Boxes of shoes sat by the door and she was sat in a chair and 5 stylists began to work on her.

“Your phone Ms. Ridley” a woman said handing her a phone.

She felt the tickles of the brushes and pencils working on her cheeks, eyes and lips simultaneously as she opened her phone. Messages from Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift and Cara Delevingne all waited for her.

Jenna’s eyes opened wide in shock but it was also time for the first mascara to go on, so it worked out well for her.

She looked up from the phone and saw a huge picture of a beautiful auburn haired woman on the wall across from her. “She’s gorgeous” she thought. She stared at for a few minutes before it dawned on her “She’s me!”

Jenna’s hair was being teased out and rolled up, her finger and toe nails were getting touched up and more makeup was being applied when the man from earlier came into the room. “There’s my girl” he shouted as he came up to her “Looking good…are you ready for this one?”

“Um…yes” she said quietly.

“Jeez Jenna you’re acting like you haven’t ever done this before instead of being one of the most experienced and top models in the world”

“Robert…are we going with the green gown for this?” a lady asked him.

“Yes…we’ll try several shades though and I want her in the strappy nude heels“

He addressed the room “The photographer will be here any minute and we’ll get his opinion on the dress too”

Jenna looked around “I’m a supermodel? I’m a High School Freshman…everybody is treating me like royalty…” Jenna had never been so confused in her life.

Mackenzie had never been so confused in all her life. She was a supermodel and yet she was being shoved aside like she was some High School girl. She stood in the lobby in shock until she heard “There you are”

The voice was familiar and she turned and saw “Mom? Dad? What are you…?”

“You have a lot of explain to do young lady. What are doing down here? You were supposed to be home an hour ago” Mackenzie’s Mom scolded her.

Mackenzie rarely saw her parents and it had been that way since she had gone out on her own at 18. Just because she was doing a shoot in her hometown didn’t mean she would visit them either but now here they were; talking to her like she was a kid again.

“What’s going on…why are you here?”

“You told us this morning that you wanted to stop by the Ritz to see Jenna Ridley after school but we didn’t think you’d be inside like some kind of weird stalker. You need to get home; I’m sure you have homework to do” Mackenzie’s Mother told her.

“But I…”

“Come along dear” her Dad said turning toward the door.

Mackenzie shuffled off in a daze and got into the back seat of the Toyota Camry that waited at the curb. She saw a backpack there that she quickly opened up. Notebooks and text books were inside as was a phone.

She grabbed the phone and swiped to open it. It had only a few contacts; Mom and Dad and their work numbers along with a few high school girls according to their pictures. She also pulled out a school I.D. on a lanyard inside the bag. The face on it was the one she had seen in the mirror while the name next to it said Mackenzie Malone: Freshman.

“Has the world gone mad?” she thought. Her mouth hung open as the car pulled out and drove off away from the hotel. Mackenzie’s life was upside down.

Jenna was also seeing what life was like on the flip side: She was being treated like a living doll; made up and dressed and hair done by so many hands. Her body still felt foreign to her yet it was on full display for everyone in the room.

She took in her body and it appeared flawless. Curves in all the right places and proportions and her face was perfect in the mirror before her.

She took in the sheer green dress she was in along with the 4 inch heels she was being forced to wear. Even though she had never worn heels that high before, a natural flow came into her step and stride. In a reality where she was a supermodel, she also knew how to walk like one.

The surreal feeling never left her mind as she posed like a pro during the shoot. “What am I doing…how do I know this?” kept flashing through her mind.

It was exhausting work. Jenna stood and posed in ways she had never dreamt of bending her body before. Arching her back and holding a leg up for minutes at a time, she realized how strong her body had become when it changed into this new version of her.

Finally, it was over. She realized that she must have done alright by the applause that came from the assembled minions in the room. “Thank You” she said gaining confidence in herself.

“Is there anything else you need Ms. Ridley” a lady asked handing her a bottle of water.

“No…I’m fine” she said bending down to undo the straps of her shoes “I need these shoes off though” she laughed. “Oh that feels so much better” she said as she stretched her toes out, her bare feet on the tile floor.

“We have a 9:30 flight out of O’Hare tomorrow morning for LA” Robert told her.

“Just call me in time to get me up” she responded naturally. “I’m tired…I think I just want to go to bed. Order me a salad from room service…I need to shower off all this makeup”

A few of the women followed her across the hall to Suite 1601 to collect her dress but soon she was all alone for the first time.

“Oh My God…if I’m dreaming this is the longest dream I’ve ever had…realistic too except for the fact that I’m now a famous model instead of a dorky High School Freshman” she thought.

Mackenzie pulled up to the house she grew up in for the first time in ages. She hadn’t said much on the ride as she just tried to collect her thoughts.

Her parents talked to her like she was a kid again, like this was normal and Mackenzie decided that she had to be dreaming. The only thing was that this was the longest and most realistic feeling dream she had ever had.

“Everything feels so real” she mumbled as they pulled into the drive.

“What’s that honey?” her Mom asked.

“Nothing…Mom” she replied going along with the dream. She got out of the car and went into the house. Somewhat cautiously, she headed upstairs to her bedroom. It wasn’t like it had been when she left it; it was now decorated like a 14 year old’s room.

She slung the back pack onto the bed and kicked off her gray shoes. She noticed her nail polish “Wow…such little details…”

“What if I’m not dreaming?” she thought then in sudden panic. “What if this is real? What if this actually happened? What if I did somehow manage to turn into a 14 year old….?”

She stood back up “I can’t go through High School again…not looking like this” she said heading to a mirror above her dresser. “I have pimples and braces and frizzy hair and like no chest and like I’m super skinny”

She played out the night, eating dinner and reading a book in her back pack, even finding herself chewing on a pencil as she did. “If I wake up tomorrow morning still like this; I’m so screwed. I hope I wake back up…I want my life back”

After a long hot shower, Jenna put on a heavy robe and ate her dinner. She started texting with Cara Delevingne, not actually believing what she was doing. It was surreal but yet the conversation seemed natural. She caught a deep breath before she text an apology to Kim about not being able to make it out to dinner with her and Kanye but her shoot had been rescheduled and had gone long.

The reply of ‘No Problem’ made her smile.

She lay back on the King Size bed and stretched her long legs out in front of her. “If this is a dream…I hope I don’t wake up; it needs to keep going”

A blaring alarm woke Mackenzie at 6 AM. She slapped at it and then sprang up realizing that she was still in the small bed in her old bedroom. “Oh Shit…Oh No…I’m still here” she said as she flipped on a light and ran to the mirror. “Ah…I still look like this! I’m still a brace faced kid!”

She ran around the room in a panic before she finally calmed down. She showered because she heard her Mom yell at her to go.

No amount of hair products could tame her hair and she couldn’t cover up enough of her pimples before she put on a white t-shirt, bulky hoodie and jeans along with her gray Toms. Mackenzie was about to begin High School all over again. “This isn’t happening” she told herself even as she went downstairs and got in the car to ride to school.

Jenna got an earlier wakeup call than 6 AM, but she also saw that her bags had been packed and were ready to go. She showered quickly, amazed that her hair behaved itself automatically and got dressed in designer jeans, heels and a thousand dollar silk blouse.
She finished off her look with a fedora and her purse.

Her driver took her directly to the private jet entrance where she didn’t have to go through TSA on her way to her private jet. Once on board, her manager greeted her with a big hug and kiss.

“Good Morning Robert” she said.

“Good Morning darling…ready for LA?”

“Always…I can’t wait to get home” Jenna replied as she took her seat, her breakfast waiting for her.

Jenna had lain in bed the previous night and Googled her name. Thousands of hits and images had come up and she had a crash course in her glamourous life in one night of searching online. The years of magazine covers, billboards and ad campaigns came up in images.

The tabloids following her boyfriends and famous friends: Her current NFL Quarterback boyfriend and her few attempts at acting were also included. All her background information was similar yet different. Her height and parents’ names were the same but her birthday was now 10 years earlier. Her High School that she had been attending just yesterday was now listed as her alma mater.

The world knew Jenna Ridley, but Jenna was just beginning to meet her and know what was expected of her.

“Watch out…Kenzie the giant is in the house”

“Sup Dork Diary”

“It’s Malone going to be all alone”

Mackenzie walked down the hall absorbing these random insults feeling like she was helpless. “I’m a 24 year old supermodel; I don’t have to listen to these…jerks” she thought stubbornly before realizing that she was no longer that Mackenzie. This Mackenzie was just another skinny 14 year old going to a school with over 2000 other kids.

Mackenzie slumped her shoulders and headed for the third floor and her first class, shuffling with her head down and her arms tight at her sides…it was going to be a long day and maybe a long 4 years.

Jenna stepped off the private jet at LAX and felt the warm California sun on her face. She took in a long breath and waltzed down the stairs. Her car was waiting for her to take her to her condo overlooking the Pacific for a day of relaxation.

Upon arrival, she entered the huge and airy condo with a million dollar view and took in her new living situation with a huge smile on her face. “I can’t believe this is all mine…what did I do to deserve a life like this all of a sudden. One day a geeky teenager; the next…model looks and life” she said to herself slipping out of her heels.

She crossed the room and opened the doors to her balcony, smelling the ocean breeze. She looked at her phone and the picture of her boyfriend had just sent of himself; shirtless after practice still holding his shoulder pads and she felt an urge and desire that she couldn’t deny.

A text popped up Taylor ‘I’m in town…lunch?’

“Sure…why not go to lunch with Taylor Swift?” she laughed. “I’ll give the paparazzi a few shots to drool over but not before we ruin their day by posting shots of ourselves to Instagram”

Jenna picked out a pair of super short and tight shorts and a vintage t-shirt before picking out a pair of strappy sandals to go with them. She put on a fedora and sunglasses, her signature look, and headed out for her Mercedes. “So much for relaxation today, but whatever”

Jenna smiled as she drove off, she held her head high and her shoulders back “This is going to be a fun day…and life” she thought.