"There's a club for transformees downtown called the Xphyte," said John. "The music's not too loud, the patrons and staff are friendly 'till they'll talk your ear off, the food's tasty, and the atmosphere is quite relaxing. I think it'd do you some good."
"Called the what?"
"'X-phyte,' like 'neophyte,'" he said. "Sweet Erin, have you spent much time around transformees?"
"Well," she said, and looked aside. "I... there was this one... well... not really. I mean... I didn't... yeah... no."
"That doesn't help your state of mind, my dear," said John. "You ought to be with people like us more. Look, why don't we go down there? We'll order some drinks, perhaps a meal, make a proper date out of this, and you'll be one of the girls, just like any other there --- except far more beautiful, obviously. So what do you say?"
