Dr. Weinburg sat on the bus, staring out of the window as the city dwindled in the distance to be replaced by views of open fields and hills.
He shifted slightly uncomfortably in his seat, starting to worry that he might have been a bit rash in his decision. He'd wanted to make the perfect getaway. A new start where no one would find him. He dared not risk taking on the form of another living soul, so he had bought a whole set of fresh unopened clothes and used those with the medallion to change himself into this new form.
A fresh start to begin again. Something no one would recognise as related to him. But as the bus hit a large bump for the hundredth time, the uncomfortable bounce of his breasts that it caused, really gave him pause for thought - this might have been a terrible mistake.
To the rest of the bus, the 16 year old girl staring out the window, lost in her thoughts, was a no one. Mission accomplished at least...
