"Why hello there, mon ami," said an attractive young woman with curly brown hair and a distinct French accent. Nicole Lilse had transfered from France the previous Summer, and had soon fallen in with Sarah McMillian's crowd, or at least that had been the case until a few moments ago. Now everyone seemed to remember Sarah's attempts at recruitment foiled by Jon, who had sensed a kindred spirit and offered Nicole legitimate friendship as opposed to drama and popularity contests. "I must say, your presentation was nothing short of fantastique"
"Surely you must be kidding me, Nicole. That was blinking horribe," Jon replied, his British accent just as pronounced as Nicole's French one was now.
"Blasphéme! You were the highlight of the entire period!" the girl shot back with a laugh. Jon joined in, his voice rising from its usual tenor to a contralto. Not exactly feminine, but neither was it distinctly masculine. Regardless, combined with his new cadence, Jon now sounded entirely different than he did before English class.
The two exited the class, chatting away like old friends. The conversation mostly seemed fairly normal, but occasionally seemed to veer into the territory Jon wasn't particularly familiar with, like fashion or that new boy band. But when those sort of things did turn up, Jon found himself surprisingly knowledgeable in such matters, keeping perfect pace with Nicole. Eventually Nicole and Jon parted ways, promising to regroup along with Karyn at lunch.
Jon swung into a nearby bathroom, heading towards the nearest stall to change. New period, new clothing, the though was as natural to Jon as the idea of day and night. He paused in front of the mirrors, compelled to inspect himself. Jon felt rather pleased with his overall look, but noticed his gut seemed too far out. He sucked his stomach in, trying to imagine what he would look like with a flatter stomach. After a moment Jon released his breath, though his stomach remained in the concave position.
Jon stepped into the stall, not even batting an eyelash at the bag of clothing sitting on the toilet. Instead he hastily stripped off his clothing, and began to pull on the new clothing. The underwear was now a pair of speedo like garments, which Jon vaguely felt strange about as he put them on. The top was now a tight athletic shirt that clung to his newly slender stomach quite nicely, while the bottom was a pair of running shorts that only reached to Jon's mid thigh. Jon sat down to put on a pair of light brown loafers, and was about to exit the stall when he noticed a hairbrush sitting at the bottom of the now empty bag.
Stepping outside in front of the mirrors, Jon realized his hair was a mess. He ran the brush through his brown locks, which now reached halfway down his neck, and by the time he was done they were not only neatly brushed but now seemed to take on the shiny look of hair that was consistently conditioned and styled.
"Much better," Jon said to himself in the mirror. "Wait a tic, need something more..." Reaching up with the brush, he combed his bangs to hang across his left eye. Certainly it made it a bit harder to see out of that eye, but it just seemed so right on him. Something so fitting, so him.
Now feeling fully prepared for History class, Jon grabbed his bag, not noticing it had had shifted from a backpack to a messenger bag as he was changing, and headed back into the hallway
