Ms. Morris could not hide the slight frown that came upon her from one of her less favorite students. (The Fashion Club were almost as bad as Morgendorffer and Lane - they constantly bitched about how exercise made them perspire). "What is it, Griffin?"
"Like...what is fashion?"
"Fashion?" She snorted. "A pointless waste of time. Young girls like you should focus on exercise, you know, building up your muscles."
"My muscles?"
"I'll show you." She gestured for Sandi to follow her into her office, where she pointed out a poster on her wall. It showed a diagram of the human body, sans skin, with all the major muscles diagrammed. "Fitness will serve you much better in life than fashion, Sandi," she instructed her young charge.
Slowly, Sandi nodded. "I think I understand what you mean."
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Every eye was on Sandi as she stoically walked down the school's hallway two days later.
Well, she wasn't really walking stoically. Every footstep was a thousand hells, so she was screaming nonstop.
She had taken her car to the Rx Plex and asked Dr. Shar for the...unusual procedure. At first, the good doctor protested, saying that even she had her limits. But then Sandi waved a big wad of money under her nose, and Dr. Shar remembered how much she loved money over ethics violations.
Quinn and Stacy looked on with horror at Sandi. Tiffany looked on with her usual blank expression. "Sandi!" Quinn almost screamed. "What the fuck happened?"
"AAAAAAAAAOh, hi QuAAAAAAAAAAinn," she said as nonchalantly as somebody who'd had every inch of their skin surgically removed. "Haven't yoAAAAAAAAAAAAu heard? The AAAAAAAAAAAAmuscle loAAAAAAAAAAok is, like, totAAAAAAAAAAAlly in." She casually leaned up against her locker, the sensation akin to a dagger piercing every square inch of her back.
Quinn had to shout over Sandi's now-constant shrieks of pain. "SANDI, I DON'T THINK THIS IS A GOOD THING. OR HEALTHY."
"AAAAAAAAAWELL GEE, QUINN, AAAAAAAAAA, MAYBE THE FASHION CLUB AAAAAAAAA DOESN'T NEED FUCKING LOSERS AAAAAAAAAA WHO STILL HAVE THEIR OWN SKIN AAAAAAAAA," Sandi countered.
Stacy nervously bit her lip as she looked to Quinn for guidance. Quinn could only look back and sadly nod her head yes.
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Three days later, Linda Griffin was waiting for her daughter when she got home. "Sandi, we have to talk."
"What is it, mother? AAAAAAAAAAA!" She screamed as she sat down, as her ass felt like it was literally on fire, and not in a "Chili Cookoff Eating Contest" kind of on fire.
"I got a phone call today from Helen Morgendorffer. Seems her youngest got sent home early today for violation of the new school dress code. Seems it's now required that all students must have their skin on at all times. You care to tell me about that, Sandi?"
"Uh, well, I AAAAAAAAAAA!" Her mother had placed a hand on her shoulder, which...well, you get the idea by now.
"Not only did she tell me the four of you got suspended for a week, she also tells me that Quinn snuck ten thousand for the surgery. Apparently my savings account is also ten thousand lighter!" She waited for Sandi to speak up, but her daughter's mouth was now simply contorting in agony without any sound coming out. "I've already talked to Dr. Shar, and she's agreed to reverse the surgeries and pay back the money in exchange for none of us telling the authorities and getting her medical license revoked. But you are so, so, so fucking grounded, Sandi."
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I considered throwing in a part where Sandi left a massive trail of blood wherever she went (a la Meat Boy in the game of the same name), but I wasn't sure if that was realistic. Hahahaha, THAT'S my realism worry, yeah.