Abigail Loses it in the Hallway

Make a bee-line to the bathroom. A bee-line to the bathroom.

This was a mantra Abigail told herself as she darted down the hallway, constantly itching the wrist that was exposed to the strange fluid. Inside, it was as if a switch had flipped, sending Abigail into a raging fever.

As she stumbled forward, the college girl failed to notice several minor changes coming over her. Blemishes on her face started to clear. Her previously flat chest began to swell slightly, gaining slightly more form and heft. Her unremarkable buttocks seemed to perk up, pushing against her denim skirt.

Lips filling out, cheeks softening and reddening. Hair gaining sheen and volume. None of the changes to were too significant, but they formed a sum total that made the former wall-flower considerably more attractive and noticeable.

Of course, Abigail noticed none of these changes. She was mortified. Only three weeks into college and she was already about to embarrass herself in front of the entire Freshman class!

Abigail neared the door to the women's restroom, her eyes plastered to the ground. As such, she didn't see the body coming the opposite direction. In the next moment, Abigail Jensen collided face first with a large, broad chest of a boy.

She bounced back and stared frantically for a few moments. What Abigail saw was a well-muscled boy with a shock of blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes.

"Oh, sorry," the boy, Keith Fields was his name, mumbled.

Abigail's heart beat like a machine gun. Her face flushed a deep crimson. The magical poison inside her veins was sending her into overdrive. She wanted to say sorry. To say anything at all to get her out of this awful, awkward situation. Unfortunately, Abigail Jensen's vision was going pink.