Your stomach growled, "Must be hungry," you grinned, as you made you way to the kitchen. Your eye remained closed as you rubbed them with your entire forearm. You took a box from the cupboard, pulled out a pop tart, and slipped it into the toaster.
You placed your hand onto the counter, after once last rub, you opened your eyes, and the focus in on your finger.
"What?" You cried in surprise, investigating your finger tips, each one had being painted a yellow colour. As you jumped back, something blonde wiped in front of your vision. You grasped at it, it was hair, but you couldn't pull it into view.
You rushed to the bathroom to get a better look. On your way, your foot steps sounded louder, and were heavier than a moment ago. You looked down, cringing at what you saw, but you didn't have time to investigate.
You stepped into the bathroom, as you got closer to the mirror, your eyes slammed shut.
It took a little while before you could pry your eyes open. Opening them, you saw what you had feared.
Your hair was now blonde, but it seemed to light, and similar to your nails, "Is it a dye?"
You then saw how much make up was on your face, heavy eye liner and lipstick, blush and several other type you could think of a name for.
Noticing something else, your shirt wasn't black any more. You stepped back, and turned in the mirror. A slightly tight blue top encased your torso, going over the shoulders, but uniting with the other strap, to go down the middle of your back.
You lifted a leg, and the jeans now hung half a foot of your ankle, while it had holes on the knees.
While your foot was in the way, you saw the sound maker from earlier. Your socks had being replaced with black footwear, they looked like sandals, but had a really thick soles.
"What happened?" you asked you self, thinking of the most logical explanation, "Is this one of Kelly's pranks?"
You say, walking back in your ridiculous footwear.