Chapter 2: Stella

Carla was at her job that she hated. She was working register. Lae was there, too, he was manning the coffee station. For some reason he kept smiling, which Carla didn't understand because who could smile at this stupid job?

Carla wasn't the only one who hated it. Practically everyone who worked there hated it. She could hear others constantly complaining in the break room. Of course, even though she shared their feelings, they never let her in on there discussions. She spent her breaks watching Winx on her phone. It was the only way she could get through the whole shift.

Register was one of the worst jobs, especially when you weren't "socially acceptable". People had a way of judging you while they ordered. Some people just complained simply because they wanted to. An instance such as this one was happening today. The untrained people in the back were being slow (due to their lack of training which wasn't there fault).

See, the way this place worked was that they would hire anybody and give them hours just so they could have work experience. Seems like a good idea, right? Wrong. Because what would happen is that there would be too many workers that were too young for certain tasks and they would have to place people in random work stations just to make up for it, whether the assigned employee has been trained or not. This would cause to some people who couldn't handle to have stress attacks and possibly die. Yes, there was a person who died from this. Suicide, Carla thought it was. Although she didn't personally know the girl, Carla had read about the incident. The poor give was having terrible nightmares about the job and ending up slitting a certain artery in her throat with a sharp kitchen knife. She bled to death.

So anyway, the customer, a middle aged man, was upset at how long the untrained employees in back were talking with his food. This man had anger issues, and began to shout at Carla, even though there was nothing she could do about the problem.

"What the hell is taking so long?!" the man shouted.

"Just give them a few minutes," Carla replied.

"I shouldn't need to give them a few minutes! I should have my fucking food by now!"

"Sir, just calm down-"

"No! I don't have to calm down! This is your fault, you worthless piece of shit! Now bring me what I asked for!"

The man didn't stop there, he just kept yelling. And Carla just stood there and received every blow. It's not like she could do anything to hurry along employees who didn't even know what they were doing. If only I were Stella of the Winx Club, she thought, She would know how to stand up to this guy.

Suddenly, Carla blacked-out as her body started to change. Onlookers were astonished as Carla grew taller, had a perfect figure with wonderful breasts, had flawless skin, and grew long yellow blond hair that was put into a high pony tail. "Do you know who you're talking to?" she said in a voice that wasn't her own. "I am the Princess of Solaria and I demand you treat me with respect!"

"Listen, Lady, I don't care who you are, just bring out my damn food already!"

"You do not demand things from me," she said as she sent a small blast into the man. Nothing serious that would kill him, but just enough to throw him into the wall.

Lae's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. His best friend Carla had just turned into a character from her favorite show and even gained the magic and personality. He wondered if she even realized what she was doing. Needless to say, she lost that job.

End of Chapter 2

A/N: So yeah, I ended up raising the rating to M for this chapter, what with the description of suicide and the language the dude was using. For those of you who think "this shouldn't be M", remember that most of the M rated stories on this site are actually supposed to be rated MA, but there is no MA option since MA is supposedly not aloud. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, if you did, please leave a review and let me know. :)