(Yet another request from my good buddy Ab1nsur, thy do a lot of stories and rps so check them out if you want. Onto our story)





To her parents, Kara was the definition of rebellion. If there was some sort of unspoken rule in the household, she'd break it like nothing. The overall pristine nature of their family always stirred the young girl. Everyone always felt fake about everything, their smog of superiority was just to much for the girl to but into. Her style of just a street kid was definitely unfitting of the pristine lady her old folks wanted, much less the whole family of proper preppy douches. That's when after a night of ruined charity balls, Mom and Dad went to a level they never thought they'd have to lower to, public schooling.

That's how Kara's first day at Transforton happened, and surprisingly, she found the prospect quite fun. No more high and mighty teachers to obey, and no more socialite classmates to be looked down on. Just wild teens being wild teens. Sure she could still spot some preppy damsels in the halls, but she still had the chance to meet some of the kids more up her alley, like the hardcore rock punk crowd, they seemed totally rad. Much to her disappointment though, she wouldn't get to talk to them for long, her "extra group" as the school called it was the Fashion Club, and from what she could tell, it was compiled of all the preppy girls she loathed. "Dammit!" thought Kara as she read over her schedule, dreading having to meet people like them again. But soon, she thought of a simple scheme, go to the meeting room early and trash the place, that'd be the perfect way for her to say, "Screw this club, I'm playing by my rules!" She raised her hand to ask to use the bathroom, only to use it as an excuse to prepare for getting to the room early, it was a master plan.

Kara stood by the fashion club door, eager for the ringing of the bell to signal the final class was beginning. Soon, it's iconic sounds sprung about the halls as it was littered with student going from one room to another. Kara swung the door to the fashion club wide open, before any other girl had the chance to enter. She quickly began to ruin the entire room, toppling over shooting equipment, spray-painting the walls, and tearing the clothes layed on the racks. She was having the time of her life, that is until the other girls showed up. As they walked in, their faces showed complete horror upon discovering the result of Kara's work, before becoming fury at the sight of Kara herself. "How dare you bring your blight upon this proper group you brat?" said one of the girls as all the others stood behind them. They all then spread out as it became clear they were holding stuff behind their backs. Kara began to stress about what they could be hiding, until they were revealed to be makeup, hair products, black miniskirt, pink leather jacket, golden tank top, and pink high heels. She instantly caught on to what they were doing, they were about to give her a makeover. The girls eventually formed a circle around Kara, as she tried to run around them, too fearful to fight.

The girls quickly surrounded Kara as she felt all her limbs go numb, stopping all movement before she went to sleep. Her new classmates began to lift he body as they fitted on the jacket, top, skirt, and heels with exquisite care. They shampooed, conditioned, and scented her now straitened and brown hair a cute lavender smell, caking her face in light pink lipstick and blush, not forgetting the mascara, foundation, or eyeliner.

Without warning, Kara woke up like nothing had happened, like she had always looked this proper. "Hello girls! How's the shoot going?" asked the lady in a kindly fashion. Th e clothes she wore started to mold her brain to ave a more proper world view, that she was at the top, and needed to show it.