"Where'd you get that?" Barry snatched at the senior picture and found a message to Doug on the back.
  "Found it," said Tab. "Now watch." He stared at the picture and before Barry's eyes it changed to something ghastly: a wrinkled face, long vampy legs in fishnets, a little girl dress. Tab had made the image into a mangle of womanhood, like those kids' block toys, where you can spin the head, the middle, or legs.
   Barry blinked. "Camera magic?"