by Stray-chan » Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:50 am
Christine had been about to stand up to go when Heather sat down next to her. At the other girl's question, Christine takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. She's silent for several long seconds, and when she opens her eyes, they look a bit watery. "Do you think I'm not? I walked in that door, and suddenly I'm different, my stuff is different, my past is different, I might even be thinking differently. I have no idea what I should think or what I should do. I have no idea if this is good or bad, or what it could mean. I am freaked out." She takes a deep breath and rubs her face, and when she looks at Heather again, the watery look has been replaced with one of determination. "But so is everyone else. When I walked in here, I turned into a beautiful woman. But you know what I saw before that happened? A bunch of confused and afraid schoolgirls. Who are still confused and afraid, though hopefully what I've done has lessened that. Someone had to take charge, be the adult. I'm the oldest, it may as well be me." She bites her lip, thinking. "It's more than that, though. Whatever happened, it's weird. Supernatural. And I want to know more. I've spent my life hoping things like this could be real, and it looks like they are. So I'm going to make the most of it, even if that means being female. Who knows, maybe I'll like it? I always kinda wondered what it would be like..." Her gaze drifts off into the distance momentarily, but she pulls herself back. "Anyway, I'm going to the store, because we need food." She smiles warmly and pulls Heather into a gentle hug. "I think it would be nice if you came. You'll have to go out in public eventually, may as well get it over with." She stands and nods to Heather. "I better catch up with the others. I do hope you decide to come along too!" With that, Christine grabs her wallet and cell phone from the pile of stuff that had erupted from her pocket and hurries out the door to catch up with the other girls that had left.
"Hey, sorry for the delay, I wanted to answer Heather's question," she says as she catches up. "So, um, does anyone know where the store is, exactly? I had the pamphlet in my pocket before, but women's pants pockets are so small, it exploded out..." She pats her pockets, the cell phone and wallet alone digging into her (very wide and curvy, now that she thinks about it) hips. "I think I'm going to need a purse..."