Chapter 2
What the hell?
Sitting in front of me on their black leather couch are the Teen Titans and Larry floating above them.
There's a moment of silence as all six of them stare at me and I stare back. I first look at Cyborg, taking in his chocolate colored skin and robot parts. Continuing on down the couch, I see Starfire, in her usual purple outfit, grabbing onto Robin's arm. Larry has stopped staring at me and is tapping his chin in deep thought. Last, but not least, I look at Beast Boy who is sitting in Raven's lap. He probably jumped on her out of fright. Raven regains her cool and notices Beast Boy. She pushes him off and he lands with a yelp and a "thunk".
The room immediately fills up with the Titans' laughter while I begin thinking what most people think in unusual situations: This is a dream. This isn't real. I'm gonna wake up any second now.
I start figuring out ways of how I could have been knocked unconscious on my way to answering the door when someone yanks on my ponytail, making me yelp. I turn and see Beast Boy who is looking at me curiously. He starts poking me, looking in my ears, and mouth and pulling at my clothes.
"What? Have you never seen a girl fall from nowhere and land on your table?" I say with a smile, pushing his green hands away. I raise my hand and split my fingers into the classic Spock the Vulcan peace sign. "Dude, I come in peace." This makes Beast Boy laughs.
I am surprising myself. I'm not freaking out or shaking someone, demanding to know how I got here. I bet my subconscious mind has decided to enjoy whatever is happening. Besides, my life has been needing some more excitement.
The others finally come out of their shock and form a circle around me, so I stand up. They all are smiling, so I smile back. Robin steps up and shakes my hand, and of course, takes charge of the situation by introducing everyone. I don't bother to mention that I know who they are because it looks like Robin is staring at my chest. This startles me; usually guys don't stare at my small chest because I only wear big, baggy shirts, so nothing ever shows. I look down to see what has caught Robin's attention; I realize that he must be wondering why I am wearing a Batman shirt but then I yelp and quickly wrap my arms around my boobs. Holy Crap! Mother of Pearl! My shirt somehow has become way too tight and my boobs have grown like three sizes! Then to my horror, I actually yell out: "They're gigantic! Holy Crap!"
Cyborg and Beast Boy break down laughing while Robin quickly looks away and blushes.
I am way too embarrassed to just stand there, so I quickly run out of the room and somehow manage to find a bathroom. After locking the door, I turn around and lean against the door. "Wow!" I say as I notice the girl in the mirror. My reflection is a cartoon version of myself. I look better than I have ever in my whole life. My cartoon face is totally clean and even feels soft; my once messy ponytail is now free from bumps and tangles; my once plain flat body now has curves. I spin in a circle with my arms held out and giggle and I actually feel cute. This is creeping me out; I only laugh, not giggle; I don't twirl around in circles; and I don't like feeling cute. I must be going insane.
Author's note: So what do you think?