Barbie Dahl

Megan said, "Okay, I can help you out, Ms. Dahl. I'm inspired by your name, so... I wish you looked more like a real-life Barbie doll."

With that, Ms. Dahl's skin lost its freckles but kept its bronze tan. The layer of fat disappeared as her hourglass figure became more ****, her clothes morphing into a bright pink minidress. Her legs lengthened until they seemed slightly out of proportion, especially with the pink-tinted plastic platform heels that were now at the end of them. Her face was once again that of a woman in her mid-20s, although with the bigger eyes, smaller nose, plumped lips, and high cheekbones, it hardly resembled her original visage.

"There you go! Call that a reward for being my homeroom teacher," Megan said with a smile into one of the hovering cameras.

The platinum-haired living doll, figuring this was the best she could get until Megan changed her mind about something, slumped against her desk.

"Now, it's finally time to work on you," Megan said, facing the students.