Jon held back, leery of even getting near Tiffany after her last encounter. Still, she was stunned and intrigued by this development. How had Tiffany changed again!? In the five weeks since she'd woken up to find that her wish had changed the whole world, not one person - not one! - in the millions who had been transformed by the sun had undergone a second change. It was, as far as anybody could tell, about the one constant in this whole situation.
Yet here she was, radically different than she had been on Friday. Instead of an uncanney valley-ish sex-doll with some kind of terror aura...well, she was back to simply being a well-built teenage girl, for starters. Only she was much paler than she had been, almost white but somehow not sickly-pallid. And there almost seemed like there was some kind of haze around her...she couldn't quite tell if it was just a trick of the light or not. And white hair, and a horn growing from her forehead...huh.
Not quite as remarkable as her change in appearance was her attitude. While before she'd been...pretty frightening (and Karyn's assessment of her personality prior to that was hardly flattering,) today she was quiet and reserved, looking like she didn't even want people to acknowledge her, like she was afraid of someone striking up a conversation. Absolutely astonishing. What could have happened over the weekend to cause this?
Jon noticed Tiffany flinch as their teacher entered the room and walked to her desk. Was she still uncomfortable after that incident where the teacher had...had, uh, spoken sternly, in a frightening way, after Tiffany had lost it at the angel-girl? Hmm. "Did you see that?" she whispered to Karyn.
The cecaelia-girl nodded. "Yeah. Jon, what happened to her? I thought the sun didn't do this..."
"That's what I thought, too," Jon said. Was this an exception? Or...had her first change been due to some other factor? But what? "Karyn," she whispered, as quietly as she could, "later today...I'm going to show the book and the stone to Brittany. Could you be on hand? I don't think she's the type to try anything, but if something does go wrong..."
Karyn nodded emphatically. "Absolutely," she said. "That'd be the last thing we need right now."
Max was still getting her bearings. It was amazing how, even though she'd come here regularily before the sun changed and had been attending night-side classes for a week before her change, the moment she switched to the day-side school, surrounded by a crowd of other changed, she was completely lost. It just seemed like a different place altogether.
And of course she was still feeling incredibly self-conscious - about her breasts, her cat features, her girl features...everything. Even when she knew better, she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was turning to stare at her just after she passed, that everyone was focused in on...
...everyone was focused, actually. Well, almost everyone. She cringed; they must have noticed! Now she'd never live it down! But only a couple seconds later she realized that it wasn't her they were looking at. She turned to see what was drawing stares.
Her jaw dropped. There was a harpy-girl strolling down the hall, absolutely naked; her privates were hidden under a layer of down, but other than that, she wore no covering at all. They could do that here? Not that she wanted to, but the mere fact that she was naked in school and nobody seeemed to be dragging her off to get dressed...what kind of place was this?
Sarah strode down the hall proudly, tail angled up, breasts framed nicely by her wings, which were partially folded at her sides in what would have been a sort of a "T-Rex arms" pose, if they had still been arms. It looked a little odd, but not too bad, and it was both more comfortable and much less hassle than having them spread when she wasn't flying. Her gait wasn't a cocky strut, but more of a self-assured power-walk in a quick, staggered, bird-like fashion.
She knew it probably looked weird to others, but she really didn't care. She felt good like this; she felt pleased with herself. It had been such a pain feeling embarassed and annoyed by her inability to be as good at being human as humans, but now that she was leaving that to them, now that she was just being a harpy, her own harpy self...talking with Iris had only confirmed what she'd already begun to realize: she was happy like this. And she didn't care who knew it.
The cat-girl watched her go off to her classroom, and then began to look around for hers. It took her a while, but she found it. Curiously, cautiously, she peeked inside. So many faces...if only there were some familiar...oh! There was Tim, Jon's dark-elf guy friend. Well, that was one friendly face, at least...
