The transformation wasn't a loud one; it didn't need to be, for all the best transformations happen quietly, in the mind, and in the long lasting lines of biased texts.
Clarissa relaxed in the small lake of lavender and liliacs, feeling as the shampoo cooled on her scalp with incredible quickness. A lifetime of chemical experience simply told her that this was something the shampoo did, and paid it no heed. As short minutes passed, her smile went from placid to... other. It was a new type of smile one that could not be named for a long time.
Suddenly Clarrisa bolted upright, water dripping down her olive skin, and silky-black hair, her eyes were shiny, too, with an eagerness not seen since she was six years of age. Quickly she got off the tub, and dried off. She needed to be about doing... doing something. There was a mess of ideas in her head, all in a tumble for dominance. Quickly she went to her room, deciding on an outfit that wasn't there. She pouted at her wardrobe, how could she denote what she felt if all of her clothes fell short of that ideal?
