It felt like his body was...changing, like one might remold a clay statue.
Jon's joints stretched to accommodate longer legs, and long artistic looking fingers. That he could sort of deal with, till his waist began to contract, and the extra mass seemed to flow into his chest.
"My goodness," he said in a rapidly changing voice. He paused. That didn't seem lie something he'd say, yet it felt normal.
"Did you see which way she went?" A voice said. It was a man dressed as a security guard. He was followed by a nervous looking teenage boy who looked very familiar.
"The Goth girl, no," Jon said. "What is going on?"
"This happens every so often, ma'am. Troublemakers...We'll nip it in the bud. In the meantime, enjoy your evening," he said. He went off in search of her.
Ma'am? She looked over at the boy, who, now that he'd alerted the guard, seemed to be slinking off. Jon didn't even realize that she'd just started thinking of herself as a she.
