Jon Who?

Zoe, sensing that her friend had stopped turned back and saw Hailee was as white as a sheet with her eyes vacant and unfocused. “Hail, everything okay?”
Suddenly Hailee snapped back to reality. She looked over at her friend and smiled. “I’m fine, sweetie. Thought for a second I’d left one of the books I needed for the project in my locker but then I remembered that I’d grabbed it.”
“Ah, phew,” Zoe said. She watched Hailee a moment longer and noted the color coming back to her cheeks so Zoe turned around and started heading back to her room.
Hailee followed, not noticing the distinct difference in the way she moved and even less the way she spoke. Before she’d been decidedly feminine, but it wasn’t distinct. It was almost a caricature of how a girl thought and acted, though a decidedly accurate one. Now, instead of just walking from her hips instead of her knees, she seemed to glide from one step to the next with the grace of the 11 years of dance classes she’d had in her fourteen years of life. When she spoke before she spoke in a stereotypical way, mostly over-using words like ‘like’. Now she had a distinct vocabulary all her own, again born from the experiences of fourteen years of life that she hadn’t really lived.
More importantly, though, she didn’t notice that she wasn’t thinking about Jon. Because of her wish to feel completely natural with and have all the instincts and habits that go with any changes to her body she suddenly fully and completely adopted the Hailee Blanchard persona her memories had created for her as if she’d never been anyone else in her life. While she still remembered being Jon, it was buried so deep under this new life that forcing her to remember him would cause her severe psychological damage. In fact, unless she was pressed, she would act in accordance with what her memories of Hailee’s life told her: that Jon Merlin had never existed.