Vyler had found himself a comfortable chair in one corner of the room, and was enjoying a nice bottle of iced tea he had found in the fridge. People were continuing to give him a wide berth, and he found he was enjoying that increasingly. Some might think they were avoiding him because he was undesirable. Vyler of course knew that it was just the opposite. He was above them all, a class of his own, and while the riff raff may want him they knew he was out of their league.
Vyler's skin was now quite pale, almost milky, and was as smooth and soft as a baby's. He of course didn't notice the changes, but he paradoxically took pride in his new features. He was becoming quite vain, but his vanity was reserved for the qualities of his new appearance, not those of the old.
The, unexpectedly, someone broke off from the crowd and made there way over to her. Vyler realized it was none other than Zach Jones, who was now moving with a predatory and sensual grace, despite the fact that his body was still almost entirely masculine.
"Still cutting yourself off from us mere mortals?" Zach asked, amusement evident in his voice.
Vyler turned away in disgust. "Bugger off."
"I think not," Zach said, sitting down on the arm of Vyler's chair.
"Don't you have some freshman to trick into losing their virginity to your finger?" Vyler said with a sneer.
"Ah, there are likely a few out there, but where's the challenge in that?" Zach said.
"And is that what I am? A challenge?" Vyler asked.
"Oh, you are indeed," Zach said, with a mischievous grin. "You're wound so tight, and I'm going to unwind you, in more ways than one."
