They were the toughest girls at the high school. And they always
hung out together, all four of them.
They spent their days bullying the other girls at school, tripping them in the halls, extracting lunch money from purses by whatever force necessary.
But being tough didn't mean they were ugly, at least on the outside. And few knew that one evening a week, the tough girls got together like regular girls to work on makeup and hair.
Tonight was particularly lively. Sitting around in bras and panties, they first worked on hair. Then Eileen produced a makeup case she had "liberated" from the new exchange student from Romania. Opening the case, they each picked a lipstick to try.
Suddenly, large chests became flat. Womanly curves became boyish straight lines. Lace bras and satin thongs gave way to cotton panties with Barbie on them.
"What happened to us?" squeaked Elizabeth.
"We're wittle," exclaimed Jonda.
"It can't get any worse than this," wailed Martha.
But brown-haired Eileen knew it could get worse. She felt a warm stream of urine running through her Barbie panties and down her leg.
And suddenly, four girls weren't so tough anymore.