There were a lot of things Lexi Wheeler expected to see when she opened up that shoebox.
A six inch nude version of one of her classmates was not one of them.
Lexi knew Habiba Johnson, of course. They didn't run around in the same circles, but neither one of them ran around in the popular circles. Lexi ran around in the "Meg Griffin" circles, the one with all the plain girls in it. Habiba ran in the smart weird girl circles. The ones who knew computer code and science fiction movies and all that stuff.
Habiba was probably the least weird of that circle, but she was smart. She probably got put into that circle because Habiba's mother made her wear a scarf over her hair when she went to school, even when it was hot.
Habiba was okay looking, Lexi thought, but not anywhere pretty enough to catch a popular guy's eyes.
Except the half foot tall Habiba looking up at Lexi wasn't just pretty, she was HOT!
The body this tiny Habiba had looked like it could have stepped out of a centerfold. Her breasts were large and firm, and the rest of her body was tight. Habiba's face was familiar enough that you knew it was Habiba, but there were subtle enough changes to it that made it go from "sort of cute" to "exotic beauty." Habiba's hair was now waist length, and shone with health and lustrousness.
Another thing Lexi noticed was that Habiba didn't have any hair on her body below the neckline. No hair on her arms, no hair on her legs, and certainly no hair THERE!
Lexi started in amazement at Habiba, not processing a single word that the other girl was saying. Lexi found herself reaching for Habiba. The tiny girl tried to wave Lexi off, but it was as if some unknown force was compelling Lexi to pick her classmate up.
As soon as Lexi touched Habiba, there was a flash, and Lexi found herself falling. When she landed, she found herself inside the "shoebox," six inches tall, nude and changed.
Lexi wasn't an ugly girl, but she wasn't a pretty one either.
She still wasn't pretty. She was gorgeous.
Like Habiba, Lexi now had a body any glamour model would kill for. Her blonde hair hung down to her waist, and all her blemishes (and body hair) had vanished.
"I'm sorry, Lexi," Habiba began, clearly heartbroken about what had just happened to Lexi. Habiba began explaining what had happened to her (and now Lexi)
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