Not for the moment.

"Omygodomygodomygod..." Crystal repeated to herself over and over. Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing too quickly and too shallowly. She closed her eyes and focused on controlling her breathing. She knew she had to calm down if she was going to figure this out. After she was a calmer she opened her eyes and looked at herself. Her vision blurred with tears at what she saw. She was riddled with jewelry that a few tries proved impossible to take off. But her hair bothered her the most. She had always thought that her hair was her best feature, and now...this.

She ran her hands over the bald parts of her scalp until she reached the Mohawk. It was stiff and ridiculously tall. She tried pushing it over and it went, but as soon as she took her hand off it sprang back up as good as new. Crystal ran out of the bathroom, jewelry jangling. She couldn't take the sight of the freak that she'd been made into. What was going on? The only thing she could come up with was magic, but magic wasn't real. At least that's what she'd thought.

"At least I don't have to go anywhere today," she said to the empty apartment. "I can just chill out here, and try and figure this out."

Two things happened simultaneously. The ink darted across her sensitive skin somehow completely shredding the clothes she was wearing, leaving her naked. The other thing was, the fire alarm went off.