You sit there for an indeterminate period of time, lost in the waves of your own emotions. You didn't want this! You didn't want anything close to this! Magic wasn't supposed to be real, that was one of the hard truths of growing up. Here you were, though, a girl very much like the one standing over you. No one would know who you were now. Your friends would treat you like any attractive woman around their age, hitting on you and betting on who would be the first to get to first base. For once, you realize how much of a jerk you could be, though you don't dwell on this realization.
Looking up at Marisa, your eyes are starting to tear up. It seems she's about to say something, but you don't hear it as you're overcome with another feeling of intense warmth. What's she doing now? you wonder in your agony, though forcing a glance you see that she has an expression of shock on her face. Apparently even she doesn't know what's going on, which does nothing to reassure you. Despite the discomfort throughout your whole body, it seems the warmth is especially focused in certain areas. You concentrate as hard as you can, trying to determine what's changing.