Karyn picked up just where the 5th grade Richy Phillips left off- bullying and name-calling just about everyone smaller than her, which was most of Ridgemont Elementary, especially on the first day after waking up as part of the Phillips family. Her teenage body gave her a size advantage on her victims, and she even resorted to using her magically enhanced breasts to smother some of them while giving them wedgies and turning out their pockets.
Even after her physical transformation was complete and she had fully become a boy, Kameron still had a height advantage on the other kids.
Kabrina Phillips knew her oldest son was rambunctious, but she had no idea the extent of the bullying. It was hard to blame her for negligent parenting, though. It was tough work being a single mother of three boys, especially at such a young age. She had Richy, who she now remembers as Kameron, 10 years ago when she was only 15 years old, then Mason 5 years later with a separate baby-daddy, and finally Mikayla just 11 months ago with her (now ex) boyfriend, Jasper– lead singer for a local metal band called Blacktongue. She should probably know by now not to get knocked up by guys with mohawks and face tattoos, but she unfortunately had a type.
Kabrina should probably have been more concerned that Kameron wasn’t back home an hour after school had gotten out, but she believed him to be a ‘come home when he’s ready’ sort of kid, not unlike a scrappy housecat.
She also should have been concerned by the blank-eyed cop bursting through her front door, but for some reason she paid no heed to it, even as he began stripping his clothes in the middle of the living room. Cal Murphy then locked in on the baby crib, where he began adorning himself in Mikayla’s bib and a diaper.
Officer Murphy looked ridiculous in the bib and diaper he was just barely able to fit into, but he seemed satisfied as he lowered himself into the crib which began creaking under his weight.
To add to the list of things Kabrina should probably be concerned about, her 11 month old daughter was now making a beeline for the front door. She stopped when she reached the door, unable to reach the handle, but she simply looked back at her mother who stood up and walked over to let her outside. She didn’t even think twice about it. After all, her baby was sleeping in the crib.
