“So you're saying that you cut your hair, and it magically grew back?” asked Victor skeptically.
“Yes!” said Miles insistently, loud enough to let Victor know that he wasn't joking around.
Victor stared at his friend. “Well, I guess that's not the most unbelievable thing in the world. Nobody's hair grows that fast overnight, I suppose. Unless you're wearing a wig. You're not wearing a wig, are you?".
“No!” said Miles emphatically.
“We'll figure out what's going on at lunch. C'mon” said Victor as the bell rang for the first class of the day. Miles and Victor barely made it to civics class in time.
“Nice haircut, Mr. Johnson” sniped Mr. Schmidt as he stood in front of the blackboard.
“Yeah, thanks” muttered Miles as he took he and Victor took their seats towards the back of the room. Miles noticed some of his classmates looking at him, tittering to themselves.
Once everyone had filled their seats, Mr. Schmidt began his lecture. Miles actually kind of liked Mr. Schmidt. He was cranky and old, but he was funny, and he was one of the only teachers that Miles felt he could talk to as a person.
During the lecture, Miles wrote notes like everyone else did. At one point though, Miles noticed that his hands looked...smaller.
Miles stopped writing for a moment to inspect his hands. His digits and his palm were definitely smaller. He might even use the word...delicate. Like a girl's hands might be, and not even a tall, athletic girl like Helen Pace. These hands looked like something a girl would have.
“Oh no, it's starting again” he whispered.