Miles couldn't stop staring at his hands, his painted fingernails, and he couldn't stop playing with his hair. It was like he was obsessed with all of this. And well, to an extent, he was! This was insanity! Something weird was going on. Something impossible! But he really couldn't put together. Because there was no logical explanation to this! There couldn't be.
Miles made a glance over to Victor, who also couldn't seem to stop staring at Miles. And who could blame him? Now that he could realize what was happening to Miles, it was hard not to stare. He was probably thinking the exact same thing as Miles: How weird, how impossible this all was!
As Miles looked for comfort in Victor, he realized something was different... but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly...
"Mr. Mattingly, could you please explain this process for us?" Mr. Schmidt, looking right at Victor. Victor looked up in a bit of shock, as he had been more focused on Miles than on the class. But he could probably bullshit his way through the answer.
"Well, Mr. Schmidt, if we..." Victor said, before covering his mouth and opening his eyes wide. Miles's eyes widened too. They both heard the same thing. They both heard Victor's voice.
It wasn't the normal male teenage deepness that Victor's voice embodied. It was lighter, softer, beautiful in some way, a voice that seems like it could sing very easily. And very distinctly feminine. Victor and Miles looked at each other.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Mattingly?" Mr. Schmidt asked.
"Well, I guess I'm a bit under the weather? My voice feels funny." Victor said, still in complete shock of how high pitched his voice sounded. Some kids in the class laughed.
"Well, Mr. Mattingly, if you really don't want to answer my question, you could have just said so. Diane, would you answer my question for us please."
Victor didn't say another word all class. He just stared at Miles with worried eyes. It was starting to become a bit clear what was going on, as impossible as it seemed.