Agree to the mission

You weighed your options. It wasn't like you had many. It was either to take up the offer, and live as a frail, tiny 5' girl for the next month while trying to find a man who was probably as psychotic and terrifying as the one who currently poses as Cynthia; or to be turned into a deflated husk, never to see the light of day again. And as horrifying as the first option seemed, you preferred it to the latter. And if you somehow manage to succeed, you could have your life back...

You sigh, a high pitched feminine growl escaping your stolen lips, reminding you of your current situation. This would be how to world saw you from now on, and you had to get used to it.

"Alright." You reply in defeat, not enjoying hearing your soft new voice again. "I'll do it."

Cynthia's face turns into a twisted smile, as the seemingly innocent girl devilishly looks you down. "Great. I knew you'd make the right choice." She giggles, her soft hands touching yours. You both stand there for a moment, staring into eachother's eyes. For a moment it seemed like you could see something behind her dead stare, but as soon as that spark appears, it is gone. Suddely, Cynthia leaps up and jumps energetically. "Alright! This is exciting, don't ya think?" She giggles, and you chuckle nervously. She seemed like a whole different person suddenly. She acted, well, like how an actual college aged-girl would. And you for your patt didn't really like this sudden change in behavior. The facade only made the fact that under her face was hiding that of a killer even creepier.

Suddenly she stops, looking into the space blankly before suddenly bursting with a small laugh. "Oh gosh, I forgot to tell you who you are, didn't I?"

You nod. He was good. If you didn't know any better, you would think you're actually talking to a ditsy college girl.

"Oh, I'm so sorry girl. I'm such an airhead sometimes!" She giggles. "Anyway, you are Kenz, short for Makenzie Stuart. You are originally from Atlanta, but moved at a young age up the coast and finally came to study here in Boston!"

Wait, Boston? That must be why it's so cold...

"You're currently a sophomore, and one of the leading valedictorian candidates."

You nod, it was a lot of information to take in, you wish you had a notebook to write it down, but you were still very uncomfortably naked. Cynthia for her part didn't seem to care for that fact.

"You're like," she continues. "The bookwormish type. Like quiet and nerdy, y'know. But don't worry, all the guys find it like totally cute! You're actually quite popular, which is surprising with how anti-socual you are." She giggles at her..

Joke? before continuing. "It's mostly thanks to your friends, who are all pretty popular too and so put you into the spotlight as well. First of which is of course... me! Cynthia Aberdeen, your dorm mate and good friend. I'm always here if you need something." She smiles, almost expecting a response, but jumps in again. "Well, like, I mean that metaphorically. Me Cynthia is always here for you, but not ME Me, y'know what I mean. I'll always be around, but just not as Cynthia always. If I stayed as one person Matthew could spot me, and then figure you out too, so I'll constantly switch between faces. So like, don't go talking with Cynthia randomly about problems relating to the mission. Or anyone else for that matter. If I want an update I'll make myself known to you."

You nod. It seemed pretty sensible, although it was weird hearing these instructions coming in the real Cynthia's bubbly speech patterns.

"Anyway, other than that you're pretty friendly with everyone, which is one of the reasons I picked you for David to pose as."

You shiver at hearing your own name in third person. It made you feel uncomfortable, but you would have to get used to it. Your self is now Makenzie.

"But I'd say your main friends are me, Pheobe, Hannah, Mike, Erin and Andy". She continues. "You will get to know them, but basically what you need to know is that Pheobe is your best friend. She's a tall mousy brunette type. She's pretty nosy and likes gossip, so be ready for that. I don't like her much but you two will probably get along.

Hannah is pretty much the reason you aren't an outcast. She's your friend all the way back from high-school, and back there she used to be nerdy and reserved like you. But college really did her wonders. Not only did she suddenly bloom and is now one of the hottest girls in the school, but she became extremely social. She's the main star of the theater club, and in a relationship with the captain of the basketball team. She's like, uh, pretty short. But taller than you. White, with blonde hair. Y'know.

Mike is pretty much the same. He's in the football team, and also a tall white boy. He's had a crush on you for a long time now, and somehow thinks you don't know even though the entire school does.

Lastly are Erin and Andy. They're boyfriend and girlfriend too. Erin is a stunning Cuban-American girl, she's hot and knows it pretty well. She used to just lead guys on but somehow Andy managed to get her to settle down. He's also in the football team, although he's pretty much a bench player. He's a thin black guy, and way under Erin's league, but somehow they have been dating for 5 months now. He only really became your friend through Erin."

You nod, trying to remember it all. It would probably all be easy to remember once you actually meet them, but it was good to know that info before you do. Pheobe, Cynthia, Hannah, Mike, Erin and Andy. It was a big group, but you could handle it. You just hoped you would actually like them, and not have to pretend for a full month.

"Alright, that's basically it Kenz!" She smiles. "You can put on some clothes if you want y'know. Your closet is right here. Donno why you stayed naked all this time."

You faceplam yourself. You thought you needed to wait for a command or something...

"Anyway, classes are done for today so feel free to roam and get to know the place. I'm gonna-"

"Wait." You stop her. She stands in place, looking at you with curiosity. "What is it?"

"You didn't tell me how Matthew looks like." You say meekly, still afraid to talk up to her, even though Cynthia dropped the scary act long ago. "How will I be able to spot him?"

"Ohhh, right." She giggles. "Well, Matthew himself is a tall pale guy with black hair and a douchy face, but I'm not so sure how much it would help. She says.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Well, that's what Matthew looks like, but like I said I'm not sure if he would be going by that here. He could have a whole new name, and face."

You then finally understand what she meant. He could also be wearing one of these suits... you really felt like you shouldn't dig further, but you had more questions.

"Wha... what's the device he stole like?"