"See all that white? From Bismark to Pittsburgh? That's the problem. The plane sitting outside our gate isn't ours. That one's going to San Diego. Our... plane is stuck in Minneapolis and won't get in until late tonight at the earliest."She let out another exasperated sigh. "What's the good news?" I think I scored us a hotel room." I smiled."How'd you manage that?" she asked."Connections," I replied cryptically. "It won't be ready until about noon, but I've got enough Marriott points to get bumped. I found some pink polish, and after digging through the cleaning suppliesfound a pair of latex gloves. I pulled on the gloves and poked my clawsthrough the end of the fingers. My first few attempts were pretty sloppy,but by the time I was finished, they all looked as they had before.I took my time in the shower and let myself relax as the hot water pouredover me. The water beat rhythmically against my back and I felt like Icould spend all day in there. I turned and instinctively shielded. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of. "Haven't you heard? Every girl in school is out to get her. Somebody slashed her tires, this morning while she was in first period." Paris said, pointing to Holly's little sports car, out in the parking lot. "She had two teachers helping her change her tires, and one even gave her his spare tire! The little bitch probably fucked him for it!" Paris growled. "I wish someone would just haul off and kill the little slut." I know she's mean, Paris. Just ignore her, she's not even worth getting upset.