Jay Duncan meanwhile was continuing his meandering trek towards the Spiked Pit.
While not complete in his transformation, Jay had progressed further, his willowy build taking on more feminine proportions, with B cup breasts emerging from his chest and his hips cracking outward. His face had taken on refined look with high cheekbones and an aquiline nose. His hair had grown longer, halfway down his back.
He had continued to be lost in thought, working out the final verse of the fifth song he had invented since his clothing had changed. He was barely cognizant to the people and cars around him, until he inevitably ran directly into someone.
Jay got up, mumbling his apologies before noticing the girl he had run into. She was asian, high school age with a rather demure appearance. That gave Jay an idea. "I'm sorry to ask, but are you Japanese?" he asked.
"Oh, um... yes? I'm Yuki," the girl said, with a tangible Japanese accent.
"Figured as much. I could have very easily pictured you in a sailor fuku. Tell me, the act of seppuku, is the initial cut right to left, or left to right? I can never remember."
"Um... what?" Yuki asked.
"Seppuku, sometimes known as harakiri. The ritual suicide samurai would perform to retain their honor?"
"Oh. I don't know anything about that..."
"Alright. Doesn't really matter. I can look it up later," Jay said. He was about to leave, when he noticed what the girl was wearing. Originally she wore a modest skirt and light sweater, but now she was wearing an entirely different sort of outfit....
