Laughing Stock

Dafne shrieked. She looked at the gang of girls, and saw her fairy godmother tap each on the head, and as she did, the girl broke out into laughter.

The laughter of the six girls who knew her, especially Rachel stung her. She grabbed the sweat pants and ran for her bedroom, and Rachel followed her.

Dafne tried to shut the door in Rachel's face, but Rachel pushed her way in and then Dafne shut the door. Dafne put the sweatpants on, and Rachel kept laughing. "Oh....my...god," said Rachel between laughs, "how botched was that...plastic surgery, and...why...didn't you...."

"I didn't get plastic surgery!" said Dafne a she pulled on a t-shirt that was now too big for her.

"Come on, Daf," said Rachel as she composed herself.

"I was cursed!"

"Cursed?" asked Rachel incredulously.

"Yes, but some perverted fairy godmother."

"Fairy Godmother? Are you drunk or high?"

"You have to believe me!"

"OK, let's say I do. Why did she curse you and is there a way to reverse this? A magical toad? Leprechaun? Santa..."

"Look, she said I was a mean bitch, but she did say there was a way to reverse this."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "OK, how to reverse it?"

"She hasn't told me yet."

"OK, then how would you reverse such a curse?"