"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure they'll be fine," Tom said comfortingly. He was now of petite proportions, his chest now a set of perky b cups. His hair was continuing to lighten, now entirely blonde, and between its increasing length and shrinking height it had already reached his butt, which was fleshing out a bit as well.
"We have larger things to worry about, like Nova or those creeps in Death Pew," Molly said. She was already 21 years old, only a few years off from her position as the oldest member of the band. She had gained height and a sizable amount of womanly curves, her hair becoming and caramel color and her eyes light brown and almond shaped. Her new outfit was a pair of red hot pants with a low cut white shirt and an open black vest, along with 4" heeled sandals and hoops through her ears and around her wrists.
"But still, these sorts of issues should have all of us. I'll just call them real quick," Amber said. Her physical changes were the least developed of the three, having the least change to go through from her old life and being the most recent to start changing. She had grown a few years older, her body turning softer and curvier. Her hair was darkening, and her normally shortish nails had become long and painted. Her new outfit was the most conservative of the three, a patterned dress with black leggings and heeled boots.
The other two relented, and Amber picked up her phone to make her calls.
Across town, Trevor Blake, a goth boy at Lake Point High, answered his cell phone. "H'lo?" he grunted.
"Trevor? Are you alright?" the voice on the other end said.
"Uh... yeah. Who is this?" Trevor said, confused.
"It's Amber. Hey, we're meeting in Molly's room. We've run into some issues. I need to you come right over, okay?"
"Wait, what? What the fuck are you talking about, lady?"
"Watch the language, Trevor. Just head over to Molly's room as soon as possible."
And with that Amber hung up, leaving Trevor quite perplexed, which only increased when he looked down and noticed his outfit.
