Go back to sleep and hope it all blows over.

Ugh! Fuck this stupid shit! Even the internet is against me today!

In a tantrum, Kacie kicks her desk chair away from her, sending it rolling and spinning across the room like a top. She then takes a few steps towards her bed and collapses face first into the welcoming confines of her covers. A muffled scream rises up from the girl's prone form as she pours all her frustration into the soft body of her pillow. You watch as she lies there not moving for the longest time. It gives you a voyeur's view of her toned bottom, clad only in a pair of snug boy shorts. For all of the drama of the transformation, you have to admit that the Trickster has good taste. The coltish frame of the punky blonde is rather elegant. It's almost a shame that she was receiving nothing but anguish from it.

Of all the ways to learn that magic is real, why did it have to be this? The universe could have sent me an owl or had me step through a looking glass, but nope! Let's have her wake up in a strange body and tell her that anything she does could fuck up her life even more. Great plan, Universe!

The girl rolls over and spreads her arms and legs out like a snow angel. Her gaze focuses almost exactly on your vantage point. If you were actually there in the room with her you would be staring at one another eye to eye, but that can't be possible. She can't see you, can she? It gets quiet, so quiet that the only sounds you hear are the whir and gentle shake of a ceiling fan. Is she asleep? You wonder. This is the longest she's gone without loud, rapid fire, constant complaining in her thoughts. You wish you could see her face more clearly, but with the curtains drawn and only the blue haze from her computer to light the room, all you see are shadows.

And then she starts to laugh—the sad laughter that comes when you're on your last leg, the kind that is profuse with tears, the incessant giggling that will not stop until you are drained of emotion. The torrents of her sobs and laughter fill the room until you feel like you might break yourself.

I don't even know why I'm so mad. There's nothing wrong with being a girl. There are billions of women in the world. Me being one of them isn't the worst thing in the world, and it's not like I was doing anything with my life anyway. Maybe my life would turn around if I stayed this way—heck, I'm ridiculously hot—but I don't even get to find out! I'm stuck! That Mr. Trixiepixie or whatever the fuck his name was—

There is a loud slam behind you, a snarl, and the jingling of bells. Kacie doesn't stop her soliloquy. It must be all in your head.

—never gave me a chance! If I even try to experience this, something bad is going to happen. There's a good chance something bad has already happened. Anne is probably in some alleyway giving cheap head by now. She shouldn't have left. Why didn't I stop her from leaving? She's probably out there having the same confused thoughts that I'm having.

Kacie rolls over again, curling up into the fetal position as she pulls her covers over her slim body.

Who am I kidding? She's probably having the time of her life. I can picture her right after changing, sitting there playing with her new breasts, and loving every second of it. I bet if I hadn't barged out of my room like I did she wouldn't have been fretting over that book at all. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if she was off having some magical adventure while I'm here in my bed feeling miserable. She doesn't need me...

She stares at her closet door, perhaps contemplating what could be in there. You can hear the fatigue in her thoughts, but there is also the sense that she is a little bit jealous of her friend being out, having adventures. She seems so sad, so very, very sad. You're not sure if she has the energy to do much other than sleep at this point.