Venus. You are feeling VERY different!

The coin lands Venus side up. Not that it really mattered, right? You weren't told to call heads or... other heads when flipping to increase your talent.

And yet, when you reached out to pick up the coin, you saw your hand and realized something was very wrong. It was... smaller. Daintier? Your fingers were slim. You froze, and pat at your arm with your other hand, feeling a much baggier sweatshirt around your arms, with sleeves that threatened to extend beyond your hands. The suddenly roomier sweatshirt hid a new truth about you--two sizable lumps were hidden in the fabric, stretching out the Spiral City University logo on your chest! You felt shorter, and a bit of tightness in the pants as your hips seemed to flare out a bit more. And your shoes, they were suddenly multiple sizes too big!

Frantically, you looked around, feeling like your hair had just gone through a growth spurt and was bouncing around your neck and shoulders. You spotted what you needed, right above the fireplace mantle: a mirror! It gave you just enough of a reflection to see that you were now... somebody else. A beautiful woman, with long chocolate brown hair, dressed up in very ill-fitting clothes!

You screamed, but it wasn't your scream. It was high pitched, loud, and frightened you almost more than the reflection that elicited it in the first place. You shut your mouth and then began to stumble towards the door, shuffling in the larger shoes and considerably oversized garments. You must have looked absurd, but this whole thing was absurd!

You were almost at the door when it opened, and the woman in the black dress from before... Alice, you think that was her name... she is standing before you holding a neat stack of folded clothes, and some papers on top.

Wide-eyed, you reached out to her, clinging to Alice's shoulders. "What the hell did she do to me?!"

Alice didn't flinch, her expression didn't even budge away from disinterest in your plight as she listened to your complaints in a newly-minted voice. You sounded silly, quite literally--your vocal cords were moving like you intended, but you were talking like you used to, making it sound like you were a girl imitating a guy. It was the other way around though, you were somehow imitating this woman! And you felt so entirely different, your entire body had shifted. From the obvious re-sculpted face to the lack of anything between your legs, you were made keenly aware of every little difference as you swayed and jiggled inside the fabric.

"Maybe you should have just not let Emilia walk out like that," Alice said simply. "Or, you could've been clever enough to read her notebook."

Her notebook? You didn't even think of that, that would've been smart. But now it was time to panic! You didn't know how this could...

That coin.

It had to be.

You began to shuffle back toward the table, looking more like a waddling penguin in your ocean of fabric than the woman that you currently were, but you didn't care. You picked the coin up and flipped it again, looking as it lands on Mars' head.

No change. You were still the new you.

You turned coin over, picking it up, setting it down, flipping it, and then you slammed it on to the table in anger. "It doesn't work anymore!"

"Calm down, John," Alice said. "You'll get another shot in an hour. You could even just flip it over at that point and be back to your usual self then, though that won't charge as much energy in the coin." Alice set the pile of clothes down next to your frantic self, while you were trying to make the coin bend to your will.

"Who cares about that talent energy stuff if I look like this! I can't go out like this!" You whined. It was a cute whine, even though you couldn't admit it to yourself right then.

Alice stood straight up again, crossing her arms. "You aren't going out like that. You're going out like that," she said, motioning to the pile of clothes. You realized it was similar to what you were already wearing, but definitely sized differently. A bra strap peeked out of the middle of the pile. "I've gotten pretty good about estimating the right size clothes after an... event like yours, so these should fit about right. Emilia's instructed me to take you wherever you want to go after the coin flip, Coinbearer. You wished for baseball skills, yes? How about a trip to the batting cages?"

You frowned, not wanting to answer yet. You looked at the pile of clothes, feeling a bit defeated. But you certainly understood what Emilia meant by side effects now. "I don't really want any of this now. Can't I just leave the coin here and be done with all this?"

"Sure, you could do that. But you'd need at least one more flip to be back to your old self, and then you shouldn't ever expect to touch a baseball bat again. You'd probably end up getting yourself hurt before you ever hit a ball again. But you might as well try the batting cages, yeah? What have you got to lose? You've still got arms and legs and a head and all that, you're perfectly healthy and fine. So just deal with it." Alice tapped the piece of paper on top of the pile of clothes. "And before we do any of that, fill this out with whatever name you want for this body, so we can get you identification cards and such. You technically don't exist in a legal sense at the moment, Coinbearer."

"Don't call me that..!"

"Fine, John. Just fill it out and I'll know what to call you like this. I'll give you some privacy, but you've got ten minutes. Then we're heading out, whether you're wearing pants that fit you or not." Alice swiftly stepped out of the library, leaving you alone once more. Just you, your thoughts, and that coin in your hand.