Twist's Trouble

The night before had Twist aching in fear. Her dreams consisted of flashing janitors with pudding bowls on their heads, an ocean of splashed milk mixed with food that nearly drowned her, and dozens upon dozens of students laughing, with Suri, a giant among all of them, laughing the loudest. Those words endlessly repeating throughout the dream. Woman eat Woman. Woman eat woman. Woman eat woman!

Twist's eyes opened to see her ceiling above her. She was gasping for breath, her bed filled with sweat and tangled from so much worried movement.

Oy, some dream that was. Getting herself out of her bed, Twist went to her bathroom, and turned on the water in the sink. She scooped up some water and splashed it over her face.

She continually rubbed with the water in her hands, groaning still. Man, what did I do to get that weird feeling last night? Not to mention that dream?

Twist sighed, shaking her head. She then looked down at the sink.

On the left of the sink was her toothpaste and brushes. On the right, she had put down her makeup supplies when she had last used them.

Twist exhaled deeply once more. It's hopeless. She brushed the supplies away with one swipe of her right arm, then, with a heaviness in her chest, rested her elbows on the edge of the sink, rubbing her eyes as if it could wipe away the pain of Suri and her words.

After a few minutes, Twist dragged her hands down her face, and slowly opened her eyes, expecting the ugly face that was unfortunately hers.

However, that was not the case.

The first thing she saw was her skin. It wasn't almost white like usual. Twist, with a raised eyebrow, looked closer at her hands, and saw they were now a very, very light pale orange, it seemed. She noticed that the rest of her arms, along with her skin, were the same color.

Then, Twist managed to look in the mirror, and mentally drop her jaw in shock. Her hair, no longer frazzled, was now curled to a perfect degree, with her locks splitting down the middle of her cranium. Pigtails formed at the ends, leaving a rather...different hairstyle.

Twist then looked at her face. She saw that her eyes were no longer as big and wide-eyed, but rather a little smaller, more shaped. Plus, instead of her usual pink eye color, her eyes now showed a light green color. Her nose, having been somewhat pointy before, was now smooth and curvy, like a baby's bottom.

Curves.

Twist then suddenly looked down. What she saw was...well, different.

Gasping, she immediately covered her chest with her arms, her face turning redder than her hair. She also noticed immediately that she felt discomfort from her undergarments, as if they were too tight.

Twist continued to look at herself in the mirror, unable to conjure up a single thought, until-

"Holy sweet frijole!"

Twist squeaked in surprise, shutting her mouth with her hands. Her voice, now lacking her lisp, was now more, for lack of a better word, feminine.

Twist, her eyes wide with confusion and surprise, stood there for a while, not knowing what to do. She then took a deep breath.

Maybe I'm just still tired. She then looked into the tub next to her, and smiled, already moving herself out of her pajama shirt and pants, and removing her underwear and glasses. A nice bath will cure that.

She sighed. Hopefully.

Since she was a child, whenever Twist had a problem, laying nude in a tub of hot water was always the answer.

When she got upset when she almost destroyed the kitchen table with a thousand-pound cake-boom!-on a strange whim, she goes to the bathtub.

When she lost a cooking competition in the third grade-bam!-off with the clothes, and into the water.

Mysteriously becoming a gorgeous female while sleeping and figuring it out to her shock the next morning-well, you guessed it.

Twist unwrapped her new pigtails and slid into the tub of water, slowly to ensure no pain from the heat. Then, when she was shoulder in, she began her calming ritual and began to clear her head. The heated water clung to her body as she took deep breaths. Then, like always, she felt, as the water slowly but surely cooled, her stress began to release. First, from her toes. Then, up her legs. Next, up her body. Finally, through her neck and out her mouth with her deep exhales of air. Her head cleared more and more as she began to run her hands through her newly revitalized hair, hanging all around her head in nice, silky strands.

Then, after what seemed like forever, Twist let out the last of her distress with one last deep breath, pulling the plug and letting the water drain.

She grabbed the nearest towel and dried herself as she got out of the tub. Then, wrapping her towel around herself, she felt through her hair. To her pleasure, she found the same curly feeling that she was used to before this particular morning. She felt her skin. It was the same, too. Sighing, she smiled as she dressed herself and brushed her back-to-normal hair to its normal hairstyle.

I was just seeing things, she thought to herself. I didn't change. I was just still sleepy.

Just sleepiness, that's all.

She continued these thoughts as she went downstairs, smiling from the relaxation of the tub.

Discord's just a creepy janitor. Nothing more.

She sniffed the air. Pancakes. Cinnamon. Chocolate chips. Yum. Twist closed her eyes and stood there, imagining the taste, licking her lips. Was she glad it was Saturday.

Just sleepiness-

"Wooooaaaah, honeybunch!"

Twist opened her eyes, frowning. She was standing at the kitchen door. There, in the kitchen, was her mom, in her usual morning bathrobe, next to the stove, spatula in one hand and pan in the other. Her red hair was the usual sloppy morning style it always was, and her thick, black glasses hung low over her nose.

However, instead of flipping pancakes, her mom, to Twist's confusion, simply stood and stared, her mouth agape, her pupils dilated in awe. A pancake rested on her head, apparently having been missed due to the preoccupation of the pancake flipping mother.

"What? What's wrong?" Twist asked.

"It's just......wow!" her mom replied, putting the pan and spatula down, "I mean, sweetie, I know you've been into your looks lately, but-"She grabbed the pancake off her hands, putting it to the pan and putting  her hands to her hips, chuckling-"Today, you've really gone all out!"

Twist only raised an eyebrow. What could she mean by that?

Then, her own pupils dilated as she realized in pure horror.

She glanced back into the hallway, into the entryway, where a big mirror stood for goers to quickly brush up before leaving.

The newly-colored skin.

The green, shaped eyes.

Bigger chest!

Straight hair with pigtails!

"Uh, sweetie, you okay?"

That was all Twist heard before she met the floor.

Yep. Good thing it was Saturday. Cause it looked like she wouldn't make it to school today.