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She just stood motionlessly in the middle of the workshop. She no longer knew the feeling of having something \"on.\" The material, a semi-synthetic blend of latex, rubber, and leather, had become her new skin. She felt every vibration of the air, every impact of dust on her hips. Her nervous system was connected with the suit into a single whole.\nDethreian stepped to the switch and turned off the light.\n\nFor Christy, the world did not turn into a black hole. Her pupils immediately dilated and caught even the weakest reflection of light from under the door and from the instrument lights. She saw the workshop in a sharp, though slightly faded monochromatic spectrum. The movement of dust in the draft was clear and distinct to her.\n\n\"I see perfectly,\" she exhaled. Her voice was no longer the quiet voice of a high school girl. It was deeper, resonating, with a slightly guttural purr that her new laryngeal anatomy produced completely naturally.\n\n\"That is because you are no longer just a human in a disguise, Christy,\" Dethreian’s voice said. Then he turned the light on again and Christy blinked for a moment until her pupils narrowed into thin slits, just like a predator. However, the sorcerer suddenly froze and his gaze slid to the heavy rear door.\n\n\"But I have a feeling that our anomaly is closer than I assumed,\" he remarked quietly. \"I noticed a rift in the patterns. Someone is standing there and looking directly at this point. Someone whom your form does not repel, but attracts.\"\n\nChristy’s ears on top of her head jerked sharply toward the door. Her hearing was incredible now. She heard a muffled, accelerated heartbeat and the scuffing of soles against the dirty concrete outside. She felt someone’s presence with such certainty as if the person were standing right next to her. Instinctively, she took a few quiet steps toward the door, her digitigrade legs touching the concrete with absolute certainty and silence.\n\nDethreian placed his hand on the handle and opened the door abruptly.\n\nA cone of light from the workshop rushed into the alley and Christy, now in the full figure of a semi-glossy anthro Eevee, stood in its center. Her sight immediately focused on a figure huddled by an overflowing dumpster. It was Nat Westwood. He was trembling, clutching the straps of his backpack in his hands, and his eyes were wide open.\n\nChristy stared at him and two worlds fought in her head. She recognized him, but now she perceived him differently. Her instincts analyzed his every slight movement, every tremor of fear in his eyes.\n\n\"Nat?\" she uttered the name and her voice bounced off the walls of the anonymous alley.\n\nNathaniel stood there and stared at her. The spell of unnoticeability, which was supposed to make Christy just an insignificant blur, did not work on him. He saw her with terrifying sharpness… he saw Christy, who was no longer a girl, but a perfect semi-synthetic creature.\n\n\"The anomaly has come in person,\" Dethreian said behind her back and in his voice, scientific interest could be felt.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Have you already seen your new eyes in total darkness, Christy?" Dethreian asked and finally turned his face toward her.

Christy did not answer. She just stood motionlessly in the middle of the workshop. She no longer knew the feeling of having something "on." The material, a semi-synthetic blend of latex, rubber, and leather, had become her new skin. She felt every vibration of the air, every impact of dust on her hips. Her nervous system was connected with the suit into a single whole.
Dethreian stepped to the switch and turned off the light.

For Christy, the world did not turn into a black hole. Her pupils immediately dilated and caught even the weakest reflection of light from under the door and from the instrument lights. She saw the workshop in a sharp, though slightly faded monochromatic spectrum. The movement of dust in the draft was clear and distinct to her.

"I see perfectly," she exhaled. Her voice was no longer the quiet voice of a high school girl. It was deeper, resonating, with a slightly guttural purr that her new laryngeal anatomy produced completely naturally.

"That is because you are no longer just a human in a disguise, Christy," Dethreian’s voice said. Then he turned the light on again and Christy blinked for a moment until her pupils narrowed into thin slits, just like a predator. However, the sorcerer suddenly froze and his gaze slid to the heavy rear door.

"But I have a feeling that our anomaly is closer than I assumed," he remarked quietly. "I noticed a rift in the patterns. Someone is standing there and looking directly at this point. Someone whom your form does not repel, but attracts."

Christy’s ears on top of her head jerked sharply toward the door. Her hearing was incredible now. She heard a muffled, accelerated heartbeat and the scuffing of soles against the dirty concrete outside. She felt someone’s presence with such certainty as if the person were standing right next to her. Instinctively, she took a few quiet steps toward the door, her digitigrade legs touching the concrete with absolute certainty and silence.

Dethreian placed his hand on the handle and opened the door abruptly.

A cone of light from the workshop rushed into the alley and Christy, now in the full figure of a semi-glossy anthro Eevee, stood in its center. Her sight immediately focused on a figure huddled by an overflowing dumpster. It was Nat Westwood. He was trembling, clutching the straps of his backpack in his hands, and his eyes were wide open.

Christy stared at him and two worlds fought in her head. She recognized him, but now she perceived him differently. Her instincts analyzed his every slight movement, every tremor of fear in his eyes.

"Nat?" she uttered the name and her voice bounced off the walls of the anonymous alley.

Nathaniel stood there and stared at her. The spell of unnoticeability, which was supposed to make Christy just an insignificant blur, did not work on him. He saw her with terrifying sharpness… he saw Christy, who was no longer a girl, but a perfect semi-synthetic creature.

"The anomaly has come in person," Dethreian said behind her back and in his voice, scientific interest could be felt.
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