Chad watched her as she left, then took a moment to look around to make sure no one was looking. After a few seconds, he decided to get to the bottom of this, now. He pulled out his cell and quickly dialed up Milo Simms. His friend had some serious explaining to do here, not the least how no one bothered to tell him this was even a thing people could do! Trading in their skins... just, how?
It rang a few times before someone suddenly picked it up that did NOT sound like Milo at all.
"Hello hello hello~ Milly speaking!" Nope, not Milo at all. This voice so bubbly and ditzy sounding and- who was this?
"Milly?!" Chad almost shouted into the phone.
"Oh, shit... Chad, that you?" The odd person who's name seemed to have been Milly. Well, that and Chad was starting to get an idea of what had just happened. His question was answered before it was even spoke.
"Milo, you didn't..." Chad shook his head, "You sold your freaking skin?!"
Milly's ditzy voice died quickly after that and was more genuine, but still very girly, "You, uh, you're at the Bodysuit Store, aren't you?"
"What was your first clue?" Chad deadpanned.
"Look, it's really complicated and-"
"Explain."
With a sigh, 'Milly' went on, "I just happened upon that place a few days ago, I had no idea the mall was getting something like that. Hell, most people thought it was freaking joke, but no. They got everything in there! And I mean everything! It was like a choose your own adventure book, only you're the adventurer! I saw some dude come out as this barbarian- you could grind meat off the guy's abs- and some girl who picked up this harpy skin and she was just so gorgeous afterwords! There was even this one skin of a dragon and wouldn't believe who ended up buying that th-"
"Explain why YOU sold your skin, Milo." Chad cut him off.
"All right, all right, fine!" Milly exhaled in defeat, "... There was a girl there, see? And she was into some weird stuff, but she was sooooo hot. I was looking around the place to see if they had anything cool and then, she comes up to me, talking to me like work there and shit! She wanted someone to shop with since she was going to get a bod that could compete with cheerleaders and join. So, I agreed to help her out. One thing lead to another and..."
"You bought a suit trying to impress her and now you're a girl, right?"
"No! Well, kinda... It was more than that though! I could just feel this one calling me..." Milly explain, "I just... I had to have it. And when I put it on, I just... I didn't want take it off. I love being a bluejay like this. My arms... no, my wings are so soft now and I feel at ease. It's incredible."
Chad paused for a second, then repeated the last part, "... Bluejay? Like the bird?"
Milly giggled and that, more than anything, worried Chad, "Duh, of course like the bird! Only, I'm not totally bird if you catch my meaning~"
"Dude, you're worrying me..."
"Don't! I'm fine," Milly laughed it off casually, "Look, I'm still me, just... more free! It's amazing, really. I feel like I'm getting in touch with some part of me I never got the chance to know before. Oh, poo... It's almost time for cheer practice. Look, come by a little later and I'll explain everything a lot better. Promise."
Chad starred down at his phone, "You're a cheer leader now too? Just... since when?"
"Remember the hottie I told you got me to buy this 'new me?'" Milly giggled again, "She goes to our College, dude~ She talked me into going to the tryouts with her and I just felt like giving it a go! Bah, I'll let you later, okay? I gotta fly!"
"Milo, don't hang up on me you-"
Milly hung up.
Great... now one of his friend's was a... bluejay woman cheerleader who might be bi. This was not how he expected the call to go. Hell, he was hoping it would have been just a misunderstanding and this place was just some joke shop. But if it was, this was starting to come off as way too serious. And the way Milo was talking, what was with that. At times, it was obviously his buddy, that techie that tried to hard to sound like that bro and was more of a nerd than he was. Then, he sounded like one of those cheer squad prep girls from back in high school the other half of the time. Did these skins mess with his head or... did it really just wake something up inside him?
Chad sighed, maybe this bared a little investigating. Looking at the "trade-in skin suits," he shivered. No way was he going to take off his skin! How would that even work? Would he be just a blob of meat and bones, moving by muscles and driven by pain? It had to be a painful experience... Still, he had to find out. Just what was it with this place?
A test was in order.