Sticking on Miss Sara,you decided to become her.You gather the mask and went to school.You went to your classes as normal.After school,they usually have sports practice where Coach Sara is in charge of the softball team.Lucky for you.You entered her room and she was all alone at there.She was turned around on her chair.As quick as lightning,you quickly put the mask on her face. You watch in amazement as the mask glows and floats off her face into the air, it then begins to suck her in by her face first. You grab her feet and take them off the rain and the mask sucks her in completely. There is a bright flash, as you regain your vision you see the mask on the floor instead of it being all white it was in the form of the girls face. "Damn that was interesting.Soon you started transforming as you put on the mask.Your hair got longer,changed colour,your skin became fairer,and many more.
And then, as you glance at the clock: Oh, shit, I'm way, way late! You grab the lanyard with the whistle on it, brush back a hank of tawny blonde hair, and leap for the door.
The girls are already broken into two teams on the court floor, on opposite sides of a net, when you emerge, feeling haggard and breathless, and you really wish you'd had a chance to check your own face in a mirror or on your cell phone before showing yourself. It would be a hell of a thing—and your heart almost seizes up with terror at the thought of being caught.
"Sorry I'm late, everyone," you call out. "I got hung up on— Have we done laps yet?"
"Ten of them," Ellie calls back. Her expression is very neutral.
"Thanks, Ellie!" You take up station on the sidelines near the net. "Alright, let's go." You blow the whistle, more to claim it, and the woman it belongs to, for yourself than to signal the start of class.