John stood in the hallway for a full minute, breathing rigged, sweat pouring down his forehead, heart a drum in his ears. As soon as he felt comfortable enough that no more... That would happen he made his way to a secluded room in the place. He did not wish for whatever happened there to repeat itself in front of others. What would he even say?
John didn't even realise he had sat down. He simply looked at his hands and legs, touched his face and then his body. His brow was furrowed, confused. Was he really himself? Why wasn't he wearing some cute earrings... His eyes widened, feeling a weight settle on his earlobes. The stray thought... He reached with dainty hands and felt a pair of hoop earrings dangling where before there had been none. Quickly his hands darted to grip the sofa, or chair, or whatever he had sat on. He closed his eyes, hunching his shoulders, and mumbled. "Normal, normal, normal, normal;" quickly and out of breath. Soon enough he changed back, but... It had felt.so nice
