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This story takes place in my Twisted universe. Hair and Now By Morpheus School was finally out for the day and I let out a long sigh of relief. Schools in the town of Spiral were different than schools anywhere else because of all the Twisted everywhere and the cool tricks you could see at any time. But regardless of that, no matter where you were, a school was still a school and it was always great to finally leave at the end of the day. My name is Jon Andrews and I'm a pretty normal sixteen year old, though the word normal usually does have a somewhat different meaning in Spiral. Still, I'd probably be considered pretty normal anywhere other than Spiral as well. I'm 5 foot 10, have brown hair and pretty ordinary features. If someone were to describe me to the cops, about the only really noticeable feature they could give was the fact that I had a nice scar on my chin from a childhood accident. Spiral is a strange town filled with strange people. There were Twisted all over the place, many of whom had tricks that were like super powers in the old comic books. I'd grown up in Spiral though and lived here most of my life so all this weirdness was fairly normal for me. Like I said, 'normal' was a bit different in Spiral. I was pretty normal by Spiral standards, though perhaps not quite so much everywhere else. There was only one thing about me that was odd, but that would have been considered a huge thing outside Spiral. In Spiral, no one gave it a second thought or even cared. The fact was, my mom was Twisted and my dad was a normal guy. The doctors say there's a very good chance that I'll become Twisted like my mom, but they don't know for sure. Going through your twist isn't something that most people look forward to because you never know what will happen to you or what you'll become. In fact, it scares the hell out of a lot of kids in Spiral, though most don't want to admit it. I don't usually waste much time worrying about it though. If I am Twisted, nothing I do can change or prevent my twist. If I'm not Twisted, I'd just have worried for nothing. I prefer to just live one day at a time, and if anything does happen, I'll worry about it then. At the moment though, the only thing I wanted to worry about was getting home from school before it started to rain. I live close enough to the school that I wasn't allowed to take the bus. And though that wasn't a problem most of the time, it got to be a real pain in the ass when I had to deal with the weather. Fortunately, it hadn't started raining yet but I wanted to get home before it started. I was just about to leave the school grounds with my backpack slung over my shoulder when I suddenly heard someone cry for help. I looked around and saw one of my friends being shoved around by a larger guy. That was NOT something I was going to just let stand. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded as I ran to help my friend Jason. The larger boy who was bullying my friend was Simon Casche, a kid I knew from around school but didn't know personally. At the moment, it looked as though he was just pushing Jason around but hadn't actually hit him yet. Simon glared at me, as though that look was enough to make me back away and let him continue with his fun. "This isn't any of your business," Simon told me with a scowl. I just stood my ground and grinned, "You know, I could always tell your little sister that you were picking on girls..." Simon glared at me but there was a tinge of fear in his eyes. Then he let Jason go and glanced at his watch. "Damn, I've got to go..." He glared at me, "You're both lucky I don't have time to kick your asses now..." With that, he turned and walked away. "You okay?" I asked Jason who just nodded. Jason was one of those guys who looked several years younger than he actually was, thanks to the fact that he was both short and thin. He tried making up for that by not shaving and trying to grow some facial hair, but so far it was so sparse as to be barely noticeable and then it only looked a bit patchy. "Thanks," Jason told me with a scowl. "You know I could have kicked his ass..." "Yeah," I grinned, helping to cover his bruised ego, "but why would you want to do that when you can make him run away instead..." "Bastard wanted to copy my homework," Jason scowled. "Doesn't he realize I'm only a C average student? Shouldn't he have gone after one of the A students or something...?" "Yeah," I shrugged, "but I guess he isn't that bright. I mean, to an F student even a C student looks smart..." The truth was, I had no idea what kind of grades Simon got, nor did I really care. Jason just laughed, "I guess so." "Normally he's pretty harmless," I said thoughtfully, thinking about Simon. "More bark than bite. In fact, I kind of feel sorry for him..." "What the hell are you talking about?" Jason demanded. "Why the hell would you feel sorry for him?" "Didn't you hear?" I asked in surprise. "A couple weeks ago his little sister went through her twist. Apparently she turned into some kind of amazon and has been beating up on him since." "Damn," Jason stared at me in disbelief. "Yeah," I nodded agreement, "Simon used to just talk tough but never did anything. Now..." I shrugged, "I guess he's trying to prove he's a tough guy or something..." "Man," Jason shook his head, then smirked, "getting beat up by your little sister..." "Well anyway," I told Jason, "I've got to get home." Jason nodded, then looked around and cursed, "Damn, I missed the bus. I guess I'll have to walk." "Where do you live?" I asked. Jason and I were friends at school but had never hung out afterwards. "Over by Lomax Avenue and Third," Jason told me. "Really?" I asked in surprise. "That's only a couple blocks from my house. In fact, you'll probably walk right past my place going home." "Cool," Jason nodded. With that we started walking home together by silent agreement. We spend most of the short walk to my house complaining about school in general and sharing the gossip, though neither of us called it that. When we reached my house, I invited Jason inside, kind of eager to show off my room and my prize video games. I never got to show that stuff to my friends at school, most of whom didn't even know where I lived. When we entered my house, we were met with a pretty girl who looked to be the same age as me. She had long brown hair and was dressed just like a lot of the girls in my school, with tight pants and a shirt that exposed her midriff, including the navel ring. "Hey Jon," she greeted me, "how was school?" "Hey Tina," I responded with a sigh, "it was about the same as always." Tina nodded, "Cool." Then she looked to Jason with a curious expression. "This is Jason," I told her, gesturing for Jason to follow me back to my room. "Nice to meet you," Jason grinned at her before following me. Once we were in my room with the door closed, he exclaimed, "Damn your sister is hot." I winced at that and grimly told him, "Tina's not my sister... She's my mom." "YOUR MOM?" Jason gasped in surprise. "It's her twist." I plopped down on my bed and let out a sigh. "It made her stop aging. I guess she didn't even realize what it really did to her for a couple years until she noticed that she wasn't getting any older." "But your mom," Jason shook his head, "she doesn't look anything like a mom... "Why do you think I call her Tina instead of mom?" I asked with a shrug. "Calling her mom when she looks like she's the same age as me is just too weird..." I didn't mention that Tina wasn't bothered at all when I stopped calling her mom several years ago and started using her first name instead. In fact, I think she preferred it that way. "She certainly isn't dressed like a mom," Jason said, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that he thought my mom was hot. "She dresses professionally and puts on makeup to make herself look a little older when she goes to work," I told Jason, "but when she's at home she's always dressed like she is really a teenager..." "It's kind of cool if you think about it," Jason grinned at me. "Yeah," I snorted, "but you've never had your mom come to your school and hang out pretending to be one of your classmates." "You're kidding," Jason stared at me in disbelief. I shook my head. "She likes doing that kind of thing. Once I was about to get a date with Katie Miller and Tina came up pretending to be my girlfriend... Kind of ruined that one in a hurry." "Ouch," Jason winced, giving me a sympathetic look. "It's not all bad," I admitted. "You remember my old girlfriend Lita? Tina was the one who introduced us and talked her into giving me a chance." Jason shook his head at that, probably wondering if I was telling him the truth or making it up. However I was being perfectly honest... this time. I have told a few whopping stories in my time, but this wasn't one of them. "It must be kind of weird for your dad," Jason pointed out, "I mean, with your mom looking like a teenager and all..." "Yeah," I scowled, not sure how I could tell this or if I even should. "He couldn't exactly handle it..." "Oh?" Jason asked. I hesitated a minute, then said, "My dad's a normal...not Twisted or anything. They had me right out of high school and I guess he didn't care about Tina's twist then. But after a few years, he got older and she didn't and he started seeing her more and more as too young for him. I guess it started to make him feel like a pedophile or something because he left about eight years ago and neither of us has heard from him since." Jason winced, "Damn... I guess it kind of says something about the guys her own age who would date her too..." I nodded at that, deciding not to tell Jason any more about Tina. The truth was, I was pretty sure her twist had locked more than just her age at sixteen. I was pretty sure it had done so with her mind or emotional state as well. Then again, maybe it was the teenage hormones she still had and the fact she never had a chance to grow up the same way other women did. Either way, I was pretty sure she still thought of herself as a teenager deep inside which was why she was more comfortable with me calling her Tina than mom. "Man, that's got to be weird though," Jason continued, not noticing that I wasn't quite as talkative. "I mean, someday people are gonna think she's your daughter..." "I know," I shrugged, "it's pretty weird. But hey, this is Spiral. The guy next door not only has fun watching the grass grow, he makes it grow faster just by staring at it." "I guess you're right," Jason grinned. "My dad's completely and totally obsessed with watching sports...and I don't even think that's part of his twist." I just laughed at that. "So what is his twist?" Jason shrugged. "He's just got this HUGE appetite, but he never gains any weight from it. I once saw him eat an entire Thanksgiving turkey by himself...then go for dessert." He shook his head, then grinned, "My mom just has this compulsion to start dancing whenever she hears music. It's pretty funny actually..." We just sat there and continued talking for another half hour, mostly about various Twisted people we knew and what kind of twists they had. It was always interesting to hear about the different ways people could be changed by the twist, both physically and mentally. Eventually though, Jason had to go. "I wish I could stay a bit longer," Jason told me, "but I'm already really late getting home..." "I understand," I told him. "Maybe you can come over again sometime..." Jason grinned, "Sure." Then as he was leaving, he waved to Tina and said, "See you later Mrs. Andrews." As soon as Jason had left, Tina turned to me with a look of disappointment, "You told him?" I rolled my eyes. "C'mon Tina... You can't keep flirting with my friends like that." Tina looked at me with a pouting expression that made her seem even younger than she already looked. Then she exclaimed, "It's damn unfair if you ask me." The sad thing was, I didn't even know if she was serious or joking. -------------------- I leaned back in class, watching the teacher Mr. Lawson writing notes on the digital board in the front of the room and feeling bored. Not only was math my least favorite subject, but Mr. Lawson was probably the most boring teacher in the entire school. The only thing at all interesting to happen so far was that the battery on Mr. Lawson's laser pen went dead and he continued to write some formula on the board for nearly half a minute before realizing there was nothing there. I glanced to the clock, annoyed that it wasn't quite the end of the class yet though it was getting closer. It looked like I was going to have to do something to keep myself awake. The problem was, what could I do? Mr. Lawson provided my opportunity a moment later by pointing at the formula he'd written on the board and then the legend he'd written beside it to remind us what all the symbols meant. He had a habit of doing that regardless of the fact that we already knew what all the symbols mean which was one of the things that made him such a boring teacher. "This," he pointed to one symbol in the formula and then the corresponding one on the legend, "is the sine symbol..." "If it's a sign," I asked, trying to keep a straight face, "what does it say?" There were a few snickers from other students but no real response, other than for Mr. Lawson momentarily glaring at me. He was used to me being a smart ass when I got too bored. It was my way of staying awake in class and paying attention, though most teachers didn't seem to understand or appreciate that. "This one is pi," Mr. Lawson continued. "No," I called out, "a pie is round and has good tasting fillings..." That one brought about some open laughter as well as Mr. Lawson's full attention. "Mister Andrews," Mr. Lawson glared at me, "I think you'll need to stay after school in detention." I rolled my eyes, annoyed but not surprised. It seemed that I ended up in detention once every couple weeks because of my comments in class. If it wasn't Mr. Lawson, it was one of my other teachers. Still, I wasn't all that happy about it. "Are you going to call my mom for another parent teacher conference?" I asked with a straight face. Mr. Lawson glared at me and went pale, making me chuckle while the rest of the class just sat there confused, not in on the joke. Mr. Lawson liked to overreact and had demanded my mom come in for a talk with him about my behavior earlier in the year. But when Tina showed up, dressed in the same casual outfits she normally wore at home, he thought she was a student there to hit on him for a better grade and threw her out none too politely. Afterwards he had to deal with the principal who wasn't happy when Tina called to complain about HIS behavior. The rest of the class flew by pretty fast now that I was awake and entertained. I wasn't sure the detention was worth it, but it was too late to worry about it now. Still, I was more than happy when the bell rang and I was free to go to lunch. "Ah lunch," I exclaimed, "the most precious time of the day..." I soon had my tray of semi-edible food substitute, the stuff that used to be called mystery meat in days past, and took my accustomed seat beside Jason. I wasn't sure how Jason always beat me to the cafeteria, especially since my last class was closer to it than his. If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't gone through his twist yet I would have assumed he had a trick he was using. "I heard about you getting detention again," Jason told me with a grin. I groaned at that. "How the hell did you hear about that? It just happened like fifteen minutes ago." "I have my sources," Jason said mysteriously, then added in a side tone, "one of the girls in your class was talking about it when she walked by, before you sat down." "Damn the gossip in this school is thick," I shook my head in amazement. "You've got to stop being such a smart-ass," Jason told me with a grin. "It's better to be a smart-ass than a dumb-ass," I told him cheerfully, earning a chuckle from not only Jason but someone else sitting close enough to overhear. A moment later I saw another friend coming over with her tray of food. "Hey Pinkie," I waved to her. Leila was the new girl in school, having moved into Spiral for the first time just a month ago. She was an incredible looker with proportions that were just barely believable. It was like she was a cartoon figure or Barbie doll come to life. She was tall, long legged, VERY busty and appropriately blonde. She also had this weird thing about wearing pink. EVERYTHING she wore and seemed to own was pink. The obsession with pink and her rather extreme body were both parts of her twist and the reason I'd nicknamed her Pinkie. "Don't call me that," Leila said as she sat down across from me. I just stared at her impressive chest rather obviously, desperately wishing I could get her to date me. Unfortunately most of the guys in school had similar ideas about her, though she'd made it very clear that she had no interest in dating anyone at the moment. When I'd befriended her on her first day here, she'd also made it pretty clear that she had no intention of dating me...EVER. It was the first time I'd gotten the 'just friends' speech before the first date. "Stop staring at my chest," Leila warned me with a look that seemed to be a cross between amusement and annoyance. "Or you can keep it up if you want to wear pink for the rest of the day." I winced and immediately looked up to her face. Leila had this little trick where she could change the color of things to pink and she'd used that power more than once to turn the clothes of boys who annoyed her pink. She usually liked doing it early in the day so they had to go through school all day with pink clothes. She'd done it to one of my shirts once and I'd had to throw it away because it wouldn't change back. Then as if to prove she wasn't really mad or uptight, Leila grinned, "How many blondes does it take to replace a light bulb?" "How many?" I asked. Leila had a good collection of 'dumb blonde' jokes. Being blonde herself, she seemed to hear every one of them and usually came and repeated them for me and Jason. Most of the time her jokes were bad, but occasionally a few good ones came along. "None," Leila responded with a grin, "we don't have to. We just stick out our chests and give a little pout," she demonstrated quite impressively, "and some guy goes and does it for us..." Jason and I both chuckled lightly, giving credit for the effort rather than the actual joke. Still, her little visual display that went along with it made it all worthwhile. "You know," Jason said, "I think I preferred the blond and the light bulb one you told us last week... You know, the one where she didn't change the light bulb because she just thought her eyes were shut..." "Maybe," Leila grinned, "but I like this one better." She stuck her tongue out at Jason. "How can you tell when a blond has been using your computer?" I asked. "How?" Leila asked. "She tells you it's broken because she can't pull the clothes she ordered online out of the holographic display." I grinned, knowing it was a bad one even as I said it but enjoying the groans I got even more than the laughs a better joke might elicit. "That's one I won't bother repeating," Leila teased me. "My little sister can tell a better joke than that and she's just a kid." "Okay then," I chuckled, "how can you tell when a red head has been using your computer?" "There's a hammer through the hologram projection plate?" Jason asked. "Damn," I muttered, annoyed that he'd gotten the punch line, even if it was an obvious one. "Okay then," I shrugged, "then how do you tell when...?" I stopped when I suddenly felt a strange static tingle rush across my entire body. I felt confused for just an instant until I realized what this was...what this had to be. Then I felt a surge of terror. I'd heard this described too many times not to recognize a twist when it was starting to happen to me. "Oh shit," I exclaimed right before it hit me with full force, blasting me with such force that I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning. I was completely overwhelmed with raw and powerful sensations though a tiny part in the back of my mind was aware enough to realize what was happening to me. I was going through a twist...I was becoming Twisted. However there wasn't enough of my mind of my mind free from the sensations to actually feel any more worry over this. Becoming Twisted doesn't just happen at random. It's a genetic thing, a legacy of the Antarctic Flu and what it had done to the survivors. Thanks to my mom and the genetic quirk I'd inherited from her, I was somehow becoming an antenna and tapping into some strange quantum field that all Twisted were connected to. And like all Twisted, the first moment I connected to that quantum field I was being reshaped and transformed...twisted into something different. These thoughts all passed through my mind in the flash of an instant, right before my conscious mind was submerged in the onslaught. Time, space, my physical body, and even sense of self were completely overwhelmed and ceased to have any meaning. Eventually, even the powerful sensations vanished, leaving me to crash into darkness. -------------------- I woke to the certainty that things were different...that I was different. I knew for a fact that I had just gone through my twist, yet I had absolutely no idea as to how I had twisted. I had no idea of what...or even WHO I had become. Strangely though, I didn't really feel bothered by this. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in the school nurse's office. The hideous yellow color of the walls was unmistakable. I started to sit up before someone gently pushed me back down onto the padded table. "You're awake," the school nurse said with a nervous smile. "Good morning," I said cheerfully, giving her a broad grin. Then Tina leaned over me, dressed in her professional looking work clothes rather than the ones she wore around the house. They must have called her as soon as I went through my twist in the cafeteria. She was staring at me with a strange expression that I couldn't quite read, though there was definitely worry and nervousness there. "How...how do you feel?" Tina asked carefully. "Fine," I responded with a smile, slowly sitting up. This time no one tried to stop me. "Kind of funny though." "I'd imagine," the nurse muttered. That just made me more curious so I looked down at myself to see the damage. I had a blanket over me that had fallen down when I sat up, giving me a good look at the two orbs of flesh which grew from my chest. They were immediately recognizable as a woman's breasts, probably around a C cup though I didn't know enough to be sure. Then I reached between my legs, finding exactly what I expected...the absence of my equipment. Instead of my normal male equipment, I had the female equivalent. "I'm a girl," I exclaimed in glee, though I wasn't sure why I was happy about that. I just was. Then I grabbed my new breasts and proudly exclaimed, "I've got boobs now..." "What?" Tina gasped, staring at me as though I'd grown a second head or something. Then she looked over to the nurse who was writing something down on a clip board. "I think we can say," the nurse said cautiously, "that he...that she went through some personality changes as well as physical." "Really?" I asked cheerfully. "What kind of personality changes?" The nurse gave me an odd look and then forced a smile, "Well... Most people wouldn't be so pleased about a gender change..." Then she glanced at mom, "Not unless they had gender identity issues beforehand..." "Nope," Tina shook her head, "Jon was always all boy..." I nodded at that, knowing she was right but not feeling bothered with it. I was just in such a good mood that I didn't think I could feel bothered by much at the moment. "Cool," I grinned, looking down at myself and touching my new breasts. I couldn't wait to look them closer and play with them... "Don't do that," Tina said, pulling my hands away and looking embarrassed. "Wow," I responded, eager to get a better look at myself. "Do you have a mirror?" I asked the nurse hopefully. The nurse nodded, "Of course. If you can stand up..." "Sure," I grinned, standing up and feeling off balance. I had to grab Tina to keep from falling over. That just made me notice her height compared to mine, "Hey...you got taller..." "No," Tina reminded me, looking faintly amused, "you shrunk." "Really?" I asked, not sure if that was a good thing or bad. I frowned for a moment, then shrugged, "Okay." Then I looked at Tina again and then down at the floor, "Wow...the floor looks a little closer...." "Definitely some personality changes," Tina said, giving me a strange look that just made me giggle. That made her give me an even stranger look. "So how tall am I?" I asked eagerly, trying to guess but not really being sure. Tina was 5 foot 6 and she looked a little taller than me now, though she was wearing high heels. "Let me measure," the nurse said, having me stand against a measurement chart on the wall. "You're 5 foot 5." "Okay," I nodded, trying to figure out how much height I'd lost. "I'm seven inches shorter..." "You're only five inches shorter than before," Tina pointed out, giving the nurse a worried look. "Okay," I shrugged it off, "can I see the mirror now?" The nurse gestured to the large mirror on the wall and I went straight to it. I stopped and stared at my reflection for a moment, my eyes going. "Holy shit," I exclaimed with a grin, "I'm a hottie..." Tina nearly choked at that, then smiled, "Yeah, you are." "Well," I smirked, feeling oddly proud of my new body, "if I'm gonna be a girl I might as well be a good looking one." "Definitely," Tina admitted with a chuckle. The girl in the mirror was a real looker with a nice rack. I had a thin waist, great legs and an overall killer body. Sure, I couldn't compete with Leila in the curves department and there were several other girls in school who were hotter than me, mostly as a result of being Twisted, but I thought I was probably in the top five. My face wasn't at all bad either. In fact, I was downright beautiful without looking overly sexy. The scar I've had on my chin since I was a kid was gone, my eyes had changed to a silvery gray, and my hair was a silky blond that went down to my shoulder blades. It was definitely a nice face, though there was nothing of the old Jon visible in it. "Damn, I look good." I shook my head in amazement. Even as I admired myself in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with what I saw, a part of me knew that this was strange. I should be completely freaking out over my changes, not being happy about them. But I did feel happy and not just about my changes. I was just in a good... no...GREAT mood. It's hard to freak out or worry about anything when in such a happy and cheerful mood. "Just great," Tina mused with a faint smile, "she's been a girl for less than five minutes and she's already spending a lot of time in front of the mirror. I can see that this is going to make sharing the bathroom a bit more difficult." I just stuck my tongue out at which earned a laugh. "Hey," I exclaimed in realization, "if I'm gonna be a girl, I need a girls name..." "Isn't it a little early to be thinking about that?" Tina asked in surprise. "Why?" I asked with a grin. "It would be kind of silly for people to call me Jon now." I giggled at the thought of it and what people would think. Tina blushed, then asked the nurse, "Are we good to go home now?" "She should be," the nurse said, giving me a careful look. "Keep a close eye on her though and make sure you take her to the doctor for a thorough checkup..." She handed Tina a pamphlet. "There's a list of things you'll need to take care of now that she's gone through her twist." Tina nodded. "I've been expecting something like this...or at least that she'd be Twisted." She shook her head, "Fortunately, I've had a long time to prepare..." "You'll need something to wear home first," the nurse said as she looked me over. I looked down at myself. "Oh yeah... I'm naked." I giggled, wondering how I could have forgotten that little detail. When someone goes through their twist, their clothes are usually destroyed in the process I was obviously no exception. "We have some spares for these kinds of situations," the nurse said, pulling several large boxes out from a closet and opening them. They were full of clothes in various sizes so I'd be able to find something to fit me until we got home. I was all dressed in borrowed clothes a few minutes and was leaving the school with Tina. Since it was in the middle of a class period, the halls were nearly empty. I saw one guy I knew and waved, only to have him stare back with a confused look. "You shouldn't do that," Tina warned me, "he'll think you're flirting with him." "Oh," I responded, not having thought of that. "I guess I don't want to do that..." When we reached the side door, I tried to push it open but it remained stuck. I scowled but Tina asked, "What are you doing?" I shrugged, "It's locked." Tina shook her head and pointed to the sign that said 'pull to open'. "Ooops," I giggled as I opened the door the right away. "I guess I didn't see it..." Tina stared at me as we went to her car, then she finally stopped and asked, "What were you doing when your twist hit?" "I was joking around with Jason and Leila," I told her, knowing what she was getting at. "I was just telling jokes..." "What kind of jokes?" Tina asked suspiciously. I shrugged, "Dumb blond jokes." Tina shook her head and muttered, "Figures... Damn, this isn't going to be easy..." I just climbed into the car, knowing exactly why she'd asked me that question. When someone goes through their twist, our transformations aren't always as random and unpredictable as they appear. In fact, most of the time our changes are somehow related to our environment or what we were doing at the time. I don't really understand it, but that's the way it works. The drive home was a strange one, especially with the fact that I obviously made Tina uncomfortable. I wasn't quite the same person I was before and she didn't know what to think of the new me yet. Hell, I didn't know what to think of the new me yet either, but I wasn't worried. In fact, I was somewhat amused by just how nervous Tina was around me. I felt an urge to go 'boo', just to see if I could get her to jump. "You know," I said abruptly, "since we're out and about, we should probably go get me some new clothes...." I giggled at the thought of how good I could look if I had the right clothes to go with my body. "Tomorrow," Tina told me with a shake of her head, looking as though she wasn't sure to be horrified or amused. "You've just turned into a girl and you're already talking about shopping... Somehow, I don't think we're going to have any problem with you adapting..." She chuckled at that. When we got home Tina let out a loud sigh of relief and began taking off her work jacket and blouse, revealing that underneath she was wearing a T shirt with the logo of a popular ziprock band. I was somewhat amused by her wearing that shirt since I was the one who'd introduced her to their music and had since lost interest in them. "You know," I said in realization, "I bet we could share clothes now..." "Maybe," Tina admitted as she looked me over. "We look about the same size, though I think you're probably a little larger up top." "Really?" I laughed, "I've got bigger boobs than my mom... How weird is that?" "It's hilarious," she rolled her eyes, obviously not all that pleased by it. Then she grinned, "On the plus side though, I'll be able to raid your closet too... This just might work out." I laughed at that, "No problem. Maybe that will encourage you to get me some new clothes faster..." Tina stuck her tongue out at me and said, "You brat..." "Like mother like son," I teased back, then remembered, "or like daughter..." After this I went to my room and quickly climbed out of my borrowed clothes, then looked myself over. Now that I was alone, I could examine my new body a little more closely. I was humming rather cheerfully as I looked over every inch of my new skin, admiring just how nice it all was. Before my twist, I would have killed to date a girl who looked like this. When I heard Tina moving around outside my bedroom door, I called out, "Guess what...?" "What?" she called back. I just grinned and proudly called back, "I'm a natural blonde..." I heard a groan and then nothing more which made me burst into giggles. Once I finally finished with my self-exploration, including checking out the sensations my new body gave me, I was even happier about my transformation than before. Intellectually, I knew that I shouldn't be thinking like this...that I shouldn't be so happy. But I couldn't help but being cheerful. I knew that my good mood was the result of my personality being twisted, but I didn't care. "I might as well get used to it," I winked at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm going to be like this from now on." I awoke in the morning, feeling somewhat different than I had the night before, though I couldn't quite explain it. I curled up under my covers, feeling nervous and a bit afraid. I slowly ran my hand over my new body and shuddered, not wanting to face it. I wasn't me anymore. I wasn't me... "What's wrong with me?" I whispered, glancing around my room cautiously. Then there was a loud knocking on my door with Tina called out, "Are you up yet?" She didn't wait for an answer before coming in. "Don't look," I gasped out, trying to cover myself with my blankets. "What?" Tina stared at me in surprise. "Yesterday you didn't have any problems..." Then she paused, staring at me with a strange expression. "Leave me alone," I told her quietly, trying to bury myself under the covers. "What's wrong with you?" Tina pulled the covers back. "Your hair..." That didn't sound good at all and I gulped, "What's wrong with my hair?" "You were blond yesterday," Tina pointed out, "you aren't anymore." "What?" I asked, worried about what this might mean though I had no idea. Tina stared at me again and shook her head, "You're acting like someone else entirely..." She grabbed me and pulled me from the bed. "Come on..." Tina pulled me into the bathroom and stopped me in front of the mirror. I stared at my reflection in surprise and embarrassment. I couldn't believe that I looked like THAT... I cringed at the idea then forced myself to look again. I looked exactly the same as I had when I went to bed last night, except that my hair had changed color from blond to a very plain looking brown. "Mousy brown," I whispered, which seemed appropriate since I felt like a mouse. I felt small and skittish at the moment, though I couldn't explain why, especially since I'd been so happy and cheerful about my transformation yesterday. "It looks like there's more to your twist than we thought," Tina said as she looked me over, making me feel even more self-conscious. I squirmed uncomfortably, wanting to just cover up and hide. I didn't even want to see myself. However Tina didn't give me that option and pulled me into the kitchen for breakfast. "We've got to go to the clinic and get you new clothes," Tina told me, pulling out a checklist of things we needed to take care of because of my twist. "Then there's lots of other stuff to do too..." "But I don't want to go out," I whined quietly, not wanting anyone to see me like this. "You don't have any choice," Tina told me cheerfully, though I could see a bit of nervousness in her eyes. She obviously didn't know what to about my new body and personality any more than I did. "You need new clothes and an exam. I've already made the appointment." She stared at me smugly. I frowned but didn't bother complaining. It wouldn't do any good and I didn't want to make her mad. I thought about the way I was thinking and acting, knowing that it was just as much out of character as the way I'd been yesterday, but I couldn't help it. I just felt so vulnerable at the moment. After breakfast I went back to the bathroom and looked into the mirror for a moment before turning away. I couldn't quite bring myself to look at it...at the way I'd changed. And when I climbed into the bath tub, I washed myself as fast as I could, avoiding my body as much as possible. "Yesterday I had no problem with this," I muttered quietly, "now it's just too much to handle..." I shook my head, afraid of what this might mean for me. "Maybe I'm going crazy..." Once I was cleaned and dressed in my borrowed clothes, Tina said it was time to go. I was extremely reluctant to leave the house and glanced back longingly as I climbed into the car. I couldn't stop thinking about the way I was feeling. I'd never felt like this before. "So," Tina said as we started to drive away, "have you decided what new name you're going to use yet?" I nodded at that but didn't say anything. "Well?" she urged me after a minute. "Jennifer," I said quietly, giving a self-conscious smile. "I chose it last night because everyone can call me Jen and it sounds a lot like Jon..." I held my breath, hoping that I'd chosen a good name. I'd been so sure of it yesterday, but now... I shook my head, not sure I could trust my own judgment. Tina glanced at me for a moment before returning her eyes to the road. "Jen..." She shrugged, "That works... But at the moment, you seem a little more like a Jenny." "Oh," I sighed. "Don't worry...Jenny," Tina told me with a reassuring grin, "the exam should be pretty easy, and a I bet they've got lots better ways of doing it than when I went through my twist." I just nodded at that, not really feeling much like talking. We arrived at the clinic a short time later and went inside where they were waiting for me. I was introduced to Doctor Anders, a middle aged black man who couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. I was relieved at that since he was smaller than me and didn't seem nearly as threatening as everyone else. Since my twist even Tina was taller than me now...even though it was only an inch. "Right this way," Dr. Anders told me, his voice sounding a bit deeper than I would have expected from someone so short. "Jonothan Andrews," Dr. Anders said my name as he glanced through my medical records. He smiled and gave me a cheerful wink, "Did you notice that our last names are rather similar." I nodded at that and quietly responded, "Yeah..." "Have you decided on a new name yet?" Dr. Anders asked me gently. "Most of those who go through such extreme twists choose to do so..." "Jennifer," I responded self-consciously and forced a weak smile, "Jenny..." "Well Jenny," Dr. Anders told me, "can you please undress so we can examine you..." "Undress?" I gulped in sudden terror. I couldn't do that...not in front of a complete stranger. I started to blush horribly at the very thought. "It is required for the examination," Dr. Anders said. "If you'd like, I can get your mother in here to make sure I don't do anything inappropriate..." I just blushed brighter, wishing I could curl up and hide. Just then I felt a strange tingling rush through me...similar to what I'd felt right before my Twist though much weaker. It was faint and quickly turned to a sort of tickling sensation along my skin. "What...?" Dr. Anders blinked in surprise and stepped back. He stared at me with a strange expression that broke into a grin, "Very interesting...." "What?" I gasped in surprise, staring down at my hand which had somehow become extremely blurry and hard to see. "It seems that you've already discovered your trick," Dr. Anders told me with an amused look. "However I'm specifically trying to examine your physical body at the moment, so could you please turn it off..." "I don't know how," I cringed, not sure what I could do. "It's becoming worse," Dr. Anders told me gently. "Please try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I nodded and took several deep breaths as I tried to relax. After a few seconds, the tickling on my skin faded away and my hand didn't look blurry anymore. I let out a sigh of relief while Dr. Anders nodded. After this the physical exam went much easier and faster than I would have expected. I had to stand on a platform while it scanned me, then I got to get dressed again while Dr. Anders looked over the results. His proclamation at the end was that I was a perfectly healthy young lady with all my parts where they were supposed to be. "You can expect to have periods and even children like most woman," Dr. Anders told me as he finished. I shuddered in horror at the idea of either. My physical examination was finished, but I knew that I'd only started. My appointment at the clinic was for three different doctors, of which Dr. Anders was the first. The other two would deal more specifically with my being Twisted. Dr. McNalley was my next doctor, a specialist in Twisted and tricks that we can develop. She was in her thirties and about four inches taller than me, but skinny to the point of looking anorexic. I would have thought she was starving to death if it wasn't for the fact that she had a whole plate full of junk food in front of her that she kept munching on. "I have an extremely high metabolism," Dr. McNalley explained as she offered me a donut. "My body requires a large amount of sugar to keep functioning properly." Dr. McNalley looked over my chart and the notes Dr. Anders had put in it. "It says you've changed hair color and personalities between yesterday and this morning." She looked at Tina for confirmation. "And Dr. Anders said that you manifested a trick during his examination." "Really?" Tina asked, giving me a look of interest and envy. "The only trick I ever developed was not aging...and I don't have any control over that." "Can you demonstrate what you did for Dr. Anders?" Dr. McNalley asked me gently. I nodded and tried to remember what I'd felt and done. To my surprise, I felt the same tingling and tickling come up with ease. My hands looked all blurry again, as did the rest of my body. Dr. McNalley watched with interest and then had me stand against the wall. The blurriness around my body changed color to the same color as the wall. "You're like a chameleon," Tina exclaimed, "you blend right in..." "Very interesting," Dr. McNalley mused, "a form of near invisibility..." After this Dr. McNalley had me climb into a scanning platform very similar to what Dr. Anders had used on me. I wasn't sure what the differences were or why I needed to go through two of these, but I didn't voice my questions. Instead, I meekly went along with her directions. "You're so quiet," Tina whispered to me. "Normally you'd be making all sorts of smart ass comments." "I guess," I responded quietly. "Your chameleon field seems rather interesting," Dr. McNalley said when she'd finished looking over the data. "You're bending light around you to a limited degree. It's not true invisibility, but if you stand up against something and remain motionless, you'd be extremely difficult to see." After this Dr. McNalley started asking me about my changes in hair color and personality between yesterday and today. I didn't really know what to say to that and kept glancing to Tina for help. Dr. McNalley was patient though until she had everything she wanted. "I want you to consciously change your hair color again," Dr. McNalley told me. I tried doing as she asked for several minutes before finally giving up. "I can't..." Dr. McNalley nodded. "It seems that it isn't a conscious change, though I would expect it to happen again. I don't think that this is a normal trick so much as an integral part of her twist." She shook her head. "Reoccurring specific changes isn't too uncommon. One of our patients grows taller and more muscular every time she exercises, then slowly returns to her normal size when done. This seems like something similar, though I don't know what the trigger is or if the change is random." Once Dr. McNalley was done with me, I had a somewhat better understanding of my chameleon field trick, though I still had a lot of questions about what I was going through. It didn't seem that Dr. McNalley had many answers either and suggested I come back in a week once I'd had a bit more experience to work with. The next specialist was Dr. Nobu, a slender Asian woman who wasn't even Twisted. She was the psychiatrist who would check to see if my twist had given me any odd compulsions or made me at all dangerous. Though she wasn't Twisted and didn't have any tricks, I felt more nervous around her than either of the other two. In fact, I even started using my trick to blend into the environment without even meaning to. "You're like...going chameleon," Tina pointed out, looking as though she didn't know whether to be amused or irritated by that. "Sorry," I said quietly, forcing myself to turn visible again. "Why don't you wait in the next room," Dr. Nobu told Tina, "I think we need a little privacy for this..." "Okay." Tina rolled her eyes then left the room with a sigh of disappointment. "If I didn't know better," Dr. Nobu admitted with a faint smile, "I'd think she really was a teenager." I relaxed a little at that and smiled back, "Yeah..." "Why don't we start off by you telling me what you've noticed about your changes," Dr. Nobu told me. "I want to know all about how you felt yesterday compared to the way you were before your twist, and how you feel today." I tried telling her but it was extremely difficult. I was so self- conscious that the last thing I wanted to do was talk about myself like that. Several times during the conversation I caught myself fading back into my environment. That chameleon field thing might be great for hiding from people, but it was a bit awkward while trying to talk with them. After Dr. Nobu and I had been talking for a little bit, she had me go onto a computer and fill out a big questa ire. It didn't take me long at all to realize that it was a personality test and that she was trying to determine what kind of personality I had now. I already knew the answer to that one. I had the personality of a mouse and hated it. When I was finally done with Dr. Nobu and all her questions, she invited Tina back in. "Jenny is very shy and lacks confidence," she stated, giving me a gentle smile. "And I haven't seen anything to suggest she's gained any compulsions. Normally, I'd say that she's no threat to herself or anyone else. However..." she gave me a careful look, "this changing personality thing you told me about has me more concerned." "What do you mean?" Tina asked. Dr. Nobu frowned. "I'm certain that her current personality isn't dangerous, but I can't speak for any other one. If her personality and emotional state changes again as you said it did during the night, I have no way of knowing how she'll react." She looked worried, then told Tina, "I want to schedule a follow on appointment for next week just to be sure." "I guess that makes sense," Tina said hesitantly while I cringed back in my seat, wishing I was invisible. With that, my trick kicked in and made me nearly so. Dr. Nobu handed Tina a card. "Here's the number of a good therapist. I strongly suggest you take Jenny to see her. She specializes in helping Twisted adjust to their new personalities and sense of self." "I'll think about it." Tina gave a forced smile, glancing at me and frowning slightly. "Thanks." We left the clinic a few minutes later with neither of us really saying anything. I heard that going to the clinic for the after twist exam that most Twisted went through was usually a bit rough. It helped us understand how we'd changed but it also forced us to face things about ourselves we might not be comfortable with. I wasn't sure what to think of this and neither was Tina. Finally Tina exclaimed, "Okay, enough moping. It's time for a shopping trip." "Shopping?" I squeaked out. "Do I have to...?" Tina shrugged, "You were eager enough yesterday..." "That was yesterday," I told her quietly, cringing back into my seat and fading into it like a chameleon. When we reached the store Tina half pulled me to the front door. Just as we were about to enter, I felt a slight tingling rush through me. I blinked, then snatched my arm away from Tina and glared at her in annoyance. "Come on," Tina told me with a sigh. "Stop treating me like I'm a little kid," I snapped at her. Tina stepped back and stared at me in surprise. Her eyes went wide and she said, "Your hair changed again..." "What?" I scowled, reaching for my hair and taking a good look at it. My hair had definitely changed color again though it hadn't gone back to being blond. Instead I'd become a red head. My hair wasn't the bright orange that some people call red, but more of a darker and richer red. I stared at it for a moment then let it drop again. "I'm a red head," I said unnecessarily. Tina hesitated a moment before asking, "How do you feel?" "Fine," I shrugged. "Let's just get this shopping done and over with..." "Okay," Tina responded, looking a bit confused. I knew that my personality had changed each time my hair color did and I didn't blame Tina for wondering about it this time. However I didn't feel like talking to her about it at the moment. Still, that didn't mean I didn't think about it myself. As we walked through the store, I tried thinking about what I thought and felt. I wasn't all shy and afraid anymore, but I wasn't all giggly and happy either. Instead, I felt something, else. It took me a few minutes to realize what it was. I felt on edge. "Let's start with the shoes," Tina suggested, already walking to the shoe department. There were lots of shoes, some of which I had absolutely no intention of ever trying on. Strangely enough, I'd actually been eager to try out the high heels last night. But then again, as a blond I'd been so happy and eager about everything. I wanted to dive right into the whole girl thing. When my hair was brown, I'd wanted to run and hide from it instead. But now... Now I wasn't sure what I felt. I felt fairly centered now, a bit like my old self except for that 'on the edge' feeling. We spent more time in the shoe department than I thought was natural, but we did find me two new pairs of shoes. One was a pair of sneakers that would be great for ordinary everyday wear. The other was a nicer pair of shoes that was noticeably more feminine. Tina had insisted on these ones, saying it would be great for me to have some nice shoes and ones with heals. I was annoyed at the idea of wearing them and nearly snapped her head off when she insisted we buy them. After the shoes came the lingerie department. I was suddenly extremely thankful that I didn't have either the blond or brown hair anymore. If I was still blond, I'd probably look for the sexiest lingerie I could find and I'd enjoy every minute of it. If I'd still had the brown hair, I'd probably go chameleon and hide in embarrassment. At least now I was in my right mind...or at least I thought I was. A few minutes later a little girl was playing hide and seek with her brother and ran right in front of me, nearly causing me to trip over her. "Watch where the hell you're running!" I nearly yelled at her, having gone from perfectly fine to angry in just an instant. "Jenny," Tina tried to calm me down without much success. "It's Jen," I snapped at her, "Jenny sounds like a little girl..." Tina stepped back, looking at me with an expression of worry and perhaps a little fear. That caused me to catch myself and realize what I was doing. I was pissed off over nothing. Ever since my hair had turned red, I'd been on the edge and getting annoyed at nothing. Now I was getting pissed over something small. "Shit," I grimaced, realizing what the problem was. "I'm a red head..." I had behaving like the stereotype of a red head, bad temper and all. I was on the edge all right, my emotions snapping to anger at the drop of a hat. I took several breaths to calm myself down, not sure if this was better or worse than the other ways I'd been. I imagined that Dr. Nobu would have something to say about this latest personality. "I think," I said carefully as I tried to stay calm, "I think I've got a nasty temper this time..." I was a bit afraid of myself as I said it, afraid that I might lash out in a tantrum and hurt someone like Tina. That was the last thing I wanted. "I noticed," Tina responded carefully. "When I was blonde," I tried explaining, "I was all ditzy and giggly... When I had plain brown hair, I got all shy and mousy... Now that I'm a red head..." "You're acting like a red head," Tina finished for me. Then she frowned, "You said you were telling dumb blonde jokes when you twisted..." I nodded weakly, "I think I told a red head joke too..." I shook my head. "I guess I've turned into a real life version of those jokes." I snorted in annoyance, "Great... I'm a living joke. A walking hair color stereotype." "I guess it could be worse," Tina tried to comfort we with a forced smile. "I mean, it could be you skin color changing and you could be stuck acting like stereotypes of that..." "Yeah," I winced, grinning back, "that could really get me into a lot of trouble." After this we continued shopping but Tina kept a close watch on me to make sure she didn't push my buttons. I tried to keep out of trouble too but I still kept feeling little surges of annoyance that came out of nowhere and vanished as quickly. We eventually managed to leave the store with everything I needed at the moment and without any more incidents. The moment we got home I rushed to the nearest mirror to get a look at myself. Other than my hair now being red, I looked exactly the same as before. The only other difference besides my hair color was the way I was carrying myself. I had been slouching and sort of withdrawn this morning but not anymore. I guess my personality changes were reflected in my body language. I then went to my room and started putting my new clothes away. It wasn't completely happy about everything we'd bought, but at least they were clothes I could fit into. I wasn't happy about my new body, about losing my gender and getting suck as a girl, but I'd always been realistic enough to deal with things as best I could when they came. When my dresser became too full to fit the last shirt into, I burst into a stream of profanity and threw the shirt across my room. Afterwards, I was embarrassed about my little tantrum and decided not to tell Tina about it. After all, that little lapse in my temper was none of her business. I sat down on my bed and sighed, not sure what was more bothersome... my new body or these new emotions I kept feeling. I wasn't happy about suddenly turning into a girl, but I'd always known I could very well become Twisted and become someone else entirely. I'd been mentally preparing for it for a long time. But having my own personality change was a bit different. I didn't know who I was anymore, and since my personality kept changing every time I blinked, I didn't know if I'd get a chance to find out. "Just great," I grimaced, looking down at myself with a sigh. I didn't need to explore it at the moment since I'd done more than enough of that yesterday, but my perspective on things was a little different since then. "At least I'm not hiding under the covers again." I was still sitting there thinking about my situation when Tina knocked on my door an hour later. "You in there?" "No," I responded sarcastically, "the room's empty." "Ha ha," she responded as she opened the door and stuck her head in. "You're not gonna bite my head off or anything, are you?" I pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging, "Nah... I need to leave some room for dinner." Tina chuckled, then asked, "Do you feel up for some company?" At my blank look, she said, "A couple of your friends are here to see you... I told them that I didn't know if you were ready to see anyone yet." She gave me a questioning look. "Friends?" I frowned, trying to figure out who it could be. The only one from school who really knew where I lived was Jason. "Sure..." I followed Tina into the living room where Jason and Leila were waiting. I was a bit surprised to see Leila, as was Tina who kept giving her odd looks that were part envy and part something else. From the questioning way she looked at me, I suddenly realized that Tina thought Leila might have been my girlfriend or something. "Hey," I greeted my friends a little self-consciously. I was thankful they hadn't come this morning or I would have been too embarrassed to even face them. I didn't try hiding my body and stood there so they could both get a good look at what I had become and get it over with. "Jon?" Jason gasped in surprise, staring at me with a wide eyed look. "Damn..." "Are you okay?" Leila asked with a strange expression. "Do I look okay?" I asked her with a scowl, feeling myself on the verge of anger. "I turned into a fucking girl..." "Jen," Tina cautioned me. "Jen?" Jason blinked. "My new name," I told him and Leila with a blush, forgetting about my annoyance. "I can't very well keep calling myself Jon when I look like this." "You could have used Joan," Leila pointed out with a grin. "Ugh," I winced, "I don't think so." Then I gestured for them to follow me into my room. Tina might be really cool for a mom, but she was still a mom and it just didn't seem right to include her in this. She pouted a bit as we left her behind and I knew it wouldn't be long before she found some excuse to come in and join us. "We just wanted to come over and make sure you were all right," Jason said hesitantly. "I mean, after the way you twisted in the lunch room..." He shuddered. "Damn, I am NOT looking forward to going through my twist." "It's no fun," Leila and I said almost as one, then we burst out laughing. Then on a sudden impulse I threw my arms around both Jason and Leila in a group hug and even kissed Leila on the cheek. They both stared at me but I shrugged, not feeling at all guilty about my impulsive behavior. I was just so excited. "What was that for?" Leila asked, wiping her cheek and giving me a curious look. "I don't know," I shrugged, "I just wanted to." They both stared at me for a moment, realizing for the first time that my personality must have been twisted along with my body. That kind of thing was pretty common, but it made dealing with people after they've twisted pretty complicated and awkward. "What?" I snapped in annoyance, feeling as though my friends were rejecting me. I felt hurt and that made me angry. "Nothing," Jason quickly responded, stepping back, "I mean..." "The way you've changed," Leila said cautiously. I nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I've kind of got a temper problem now," I admitted, giving an embarrassed smile. "Did you get any compulsions?" Jason asked. "No," I shook my head, "just some really weird tricks..." "Yeah?" they both asked in surprise. "My hair keeps changing color on its own," I told them with a sigh, reaching up and grabbing it. "And every time it does, my personality keeps changing too..." They both stared at me and I continued, "You remember how I was joking around when it happened...?" When they nodded, I sighed, "Well, when my hair was blond I became a ditz, and when it was brown I got all shy. Now..." I gestured to my hair. "You're a red head," Leila nodded in understanding. "Damn," Jason grinned, then winked at me, "they say redheads are really passionate lovers too..." I just blushed at that, somehow having the feeling that he just might be right. I was on the edge with emotions that wanted to jump to the passionate extremes at the drop of a hat. It wasn't until that moment that I realized this, that it wasn't just a temper I'd developed but a strong passion. "Damn," I muttered, more out of embarrassment than anything else. "Was that...was that really your mom?" Leila asked, gesturing to the other room. "She looks our age..." I glanced to Jason who'd obviously told her about Tina and nodded. "Yeah." Leila shook her head. "It must be pretty weird having Twisted parents." I just blinked in surprise, "Um...aren't yours? I mean, you're Twisted... so that means your parents were." "No," Leila shook her head, then quietly said, "not exactly..." She hesitated a moment before saying, "I'm adopted. My mom and dad are both normals. I don't even know who my birth parents are." "Must have been difficult for them when you twisted then," Jason pointed out, "I mean, if they've never been through it themselves." "Worse than that," Leila snorted in a very unladylike manner. "They had no idea who my birth parents were either, so it was a complete shock to ALL of us when I did. I didn't even know I was Twisted until..." She shuddered, looking extremely pained. "Damn," Jason and I both gasped at once. It was hard enough to be Twisted, but not even know it until... I couldn't imagine how horrifying it would have to be when you weren't expecting it and had no idea of what to expect. Deciding to change the subject to something a little nicer, I exclaimed, "I didn't show you my trick..." "You're gonna change your hair color for us?" Jason snorted, not sounding too impressed. "No," I snapped in annoyance at his sarcasm then bit it back down. "I can't control when that happens or anything. But I've also got this chameleon field thing that lets me sort of turn invisible." "Invisible," Jason's eyes went wide, "invisible is cool." "Not quite invisible," I shrugged, "but more like a chameleon..." Then I concentrated on making it happen again, smiling when I felt the tingle. "Whoah," Jason exclaimed. "You're not invisible," Leila pointed out with a smirk. "What?" I asked, looking down at myself and seeing that she was right. I wasn't blurry or fading into my surroundings, but I was glowing red. I had a faint red glow all around my body. "That's weird... I went all chameleon before..." I looked around me and frowned in confusion, "I don't see anything red..." "Figures," Jason snorted. "Shut the fuck up," I snapped at him, jumping to my feet furiously. How dare he make fun of me... I clenched my fists, about to punch him when he scrambled back with a look of fear on his face. That was enough to shock me to my senses and regain control. I took a deep breath and said, "Sorry about that..." I was still angry, but it was under control. "Damn," Jason exclaimed, looking at me nervously. I sat back down and took several deep breaths to calm down. It helped and my anger quickly started to withdraw again. After a minute, I thought I was more or less reasonable again. "Sorry," I apologized again, embarrassed about my lack of control, "I keep going off like that...at least since I became a red head." "I sort of know what it's like," Leila blushed, "I've got this thing about pink... I absolutely LOVE that color and I can't help it." I looked to her entirely pink outfit and nodded in understanding. As far as compulsions went, hers wasn't too bad. Some people ended up with compulsions that made them