Tiffany Jo, the (formerly) runty Korean-American tomboy

You turn around and see Tiffany Jo, the hottest girl in school by a mile. You have to look up because she's nearly six feet tall, but she's not a beanpole, her proportions are insane. She has a tiny waist, but a legendarily pert butt and huge, gravity defying breasts. All of this looks extra good in her impossibly sexy cheerleader uniform, which is much skimpier and tighter than anything most schools allow their students to wear. Of course, she's the captain of the cheer team. Tiffany tosses her long, silky black hair behind her and smiles down at you with lush, perfectly kissable lips.

Wait, this isn't right. Another double memory forms. Tiffany Jo isn't supposed to be tall and super hot. She's less than five feet tall, with short hair and more pimples than the rest of the senior class combined. That's why you laughed at her in front of the whole cafeteria when she asked you out on a-

"Oh shit," you say, realizing who's been tormenting you. "Tiffany, I'm sorry that I-!"

"Too late!" says Tiffany. She snaps her fingers, and you fall to your knees in front of her. "We're not friends. You don't get to call me by my first name. You don't get to THINK my first name."

"Yes, Miss Jo," you say.

She examines her nails, which are the perfect shade of red. "We've don't have the same first class, so I'm going to leave you alone for awhile. Go ahead and imagine all the horrible things I'm going to do to you. But first, I'm going to leave you with a little gift."