New player - entry from stage left

I flinched as Jons' voice came from the hallway 'Everything ok in there?', my fear of discovery returned with a vengeance. But amidst the fear I also felt a slight fluttering sensation beneath my stomach at the genuine concern in his voice. I really hoped that was just me being genuinely touched. Probably not, but I'd open that can of worms once the current crisis was over.
Or never if I managed to get through to the entity and this whole mess was resolved. Perhaps Karyn wouldn't mind taking my place. We even kind of looked a bit alike, being both blonde tomboys and all.
'Hey, errr should I get a teacher, or something? I heard you scream.'
'No!' A teacher was the last thing I needed right now. And damn had I said that out loud?
'No. I'm ok.' I tried again with as deep a voice as I could manage. It didn't sound very convincing to my ears though.
'You sure? You've errrr been in there a while. ' After a short pause he continued 'Listen if it's about that heirloom. I mean I know it was an accident. It's....' he went on talking, but I only listened with half an ear.
That's right! It was his stone that started all this. And he probably knew it was magic if that memory of him wishing was any indication. Jon might actually be my best bet to solve this debacle. Aside from hoping I could convince some alien prankster to stop harassing me.
Of course that would mean spending time with my 'designated boyfriend'. The realization caused another fluttering sensation.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't. With a silent groan I unlocked the stall door and walked out I'd just called 'Come on in.' when I noticed the lack of urinals 'Never mind. I'm coming out.'
The jerk had probably gotten a good laugh out of watching me fret, knowing I was in the ladies' room all along.
Walking to the door was another new experience. Of course there was brush of long hair against my neck, the way my chest was trying to pull me forward, the slight tuck that accompanied every step and a few other sensations that reminded me of my new gender. But the truly strange feeling was how just how different everything felt from the way my feet would always hit the ground a heartbeat later than I expected, how light I felt to the new way my arms and upper body swayed to keep me balanced. It wasn't bad exactly just ...unfamiliar.
It reminded me a bit of a skiing-trip to Colorado. I'd been clunking around in heavy ski-boots, until I barely noticed them anymore. Every time I removed them there had been these strange transitory minute where I could suddenly move my ankle again and could no longer drive my armored foot into ice-encrusted snow like a battering ram to create a foothold.
When I stepped out, Jon was leaning his back against the wall beside the open door staring towards the opposite wall, probably to make it clear he wasn't trying to peep into the room. Aside from him the corridor was empty, so classes were probably in session again.
When he heard me step out he pushed himself off the wall and turned towards me, a brief look of confusion flitting over his face before it was replaced by worry. 'So uh.... you sure you are ok?'.
'So you now who I am?' I asked with a sinking feeling. Again Jon looked confused 'Yeeeah?' he answered hesitantly 'We errr talked twenty minutes ago. You broke my heirloom, remember.' before adding hastily 'Which is totally ok. It was an accident, really!'
'So you don't think there is anything different about me?' I didn't like the hint of desperation in my voice and it was probably a dumb question but I needed to know.
'Errrrr....' he looked me up and down obviously unsure what I was getting at, before venturing 'Did you grow your hair out? I can't remember it ever being that long.' translucent letters reading "Hairstyle" popped up over his head as he hastily added 'It suits you. You should keep it that way.'.
Jon must have seen my shock, at the floating letters and the way my heart skipped a beat at the compliment both, prompting him to add 'Did I say anything wrong?'.
Damn! I couldn't deal with this right now! Now was an ideal time to ask Jon about the escaped interdimensional menace and the broken stone. But I hadn't even really processed the whole body-change yet, and for all I knew Jon thought we were going steady. I was pretty sure I'd have no problem to stop him if he tried anything, but then I'd have to explain why.
Which was exactly why I had wanted to talk to Jon in the first place, but now with him standing there, waiting for an answer, I couldn't spit it out.
I knew it was stupid, but admitting I used to be a guy felt like being seen wearing a dress in public. Intellectually I knew there was nothing wrong with it, heck I'd be the first to say it was every mans god given right to look ridiculous in Sailor Moon cosplay- but actually doing it mortified me.
And that didn't even touch on the whole issue of having to explain why my personal-dreamgirl was wearing skintight spandex beneath her normal clothes.
Actually the last part was probably just me trying to rationalize why I shouldn't do something embarrassing. There was no real need to undress to explain the situation to Jon.
After a while the awkward silence that had descended while I just stood there trying to come up with something to say, was interrupted by Jon clearing his throat nervously 'I'm sorry if that was forward. It's just that...' a helpless shrug and apologetic smile 'it's usually the right answer in the movies. Errr... kinda like using 'Swordfish' as a password .'.
Oh god damnit! The way my heart skipped again at that smile, cinched it.
'That's not it. But it's just an ...upset stomach. ' I hoped Jon hadn't noticed the slight hesitation and gave him my best smile 'Thanks for the concern. But you'd best get to class, now. There is no need to get into any more trouble on my account.' Again one of these strange notifications popped up before fading again. This one said 'Friendly +1', but I'd deal with that some other time.
Jon didn't seem entirely convinced, but started down the hallway with a 'If you say so. Take care, Vic.'.
I stood there, watching his retreating back while trying to decide what to do next.