Back to school (with a little reality warping)

You woke up the next day, not in the guest bed where you had gone to sleep, but in the passenger seat of Joanna’s car. “Huh? Where am I? ¿Adónde vamos?” “School, silly!” Joanna giggled. “You know, that device is capable of way more than I thought! I can change your body and mind and clothes all that stuff of course—you’re welcome for the new outfit by the way—but did you know you can make those changes real? Like, really real! I wrote that you were an exchange student and I called the school and you actually are one! I went back and changed some of your backstory, too…so those memories are real now, darling! I can’t wait to see what a feisty little thing like you does, there are so many hunks in our year!” Joanne broke off her tirade to glance at you. You glared back, uncomprehending.

You had grasped maybe one word in three. She sighed. “The device changes reality too!” she said loudly and slowly. “You,” she pointed at you “are an exchange student now. Estudiante de intercambio.” “I’m not estupido!” you snapped back angrily. “Joo talk too fast, maybe if you stopped being such a puta and—” Joanna held up the device in her hand that wasn’t on the wheel threateningly, and you stopped talking. You didn’t want any more changes. “Good girl. Come on, we’re here.”