transformation

"This is such bullshit."

Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit.  Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader.  At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore.

"Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws.  You lost."

Traci was a charming young woman, full of optimism, endowed with good looks, and utterly lacking in intelligence.  Her natural expression was one of thoughtful introspection, a person preoccupied with their inner world.  This lead others to believe that therein lied a wise soul, up until they made the fatal mistake of asked her what she was thinking about or, more likely, she spoke up on her own, wondering aloud if Alaska was real.

As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think.  True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary.  On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life.  Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?"

Knock, knock.

Alex turned his attention from monitor, put glasses on and focused on the door. Don looked up over his book in the same direction. “Who can it be?” - he asked, not really expecting any answer.

Knocking repeated. Alex replied, seeking slippers under the table : “Lets see”.