The lovely feeling that had filled her feet when the socks went back on began to worry Amy. What if the changes continued to spread?! Jessica had noticed her new hair. What if she couldn't hide the changes from others?
She could wear a single pair of socks and not really be noticed on campus, but her changed hair would definitely catch looks, it would attract attention. Will the rest of her skin change? What about makeup? Regular clothes?
Fearful thoughts began to dance into her head again as she clambered off her bed in a daze, not noticing as the socks began to creep a little higher, going partway up her knees.
Her thoughts were interrupted when an alarm on her phone went off, letting her know that her first lecture was in an hour.
Biting her lip, she thought it over. She only had two classes today, about 3 hours altogether, she could make it.
She started getting dressed quickly, unaware that a small tinge of black remained where she had bit her lip. She tossed on a pair of jeans, glad that her socks were mostly hidden from view. She put on a simple skintone bra, noticing that it felt a little tighter than usual. Not having time to care. The gothish girl threw on a simple white t-shirt that had black cotton accents at the neck and ends of the sleeves.
Amy could feel a slight itching coming from her undergarments and the clothes she was wearing. Nothing unbearable, but it wasn't comfortable, like the material was too coarse or something.
Gritting her teeth, Amy grabbed her converse and was about to put them on before she noticed they weren't the same as when she had first come home yesterday. The white rubber and laces had darkened fully to be as black as the canvas. How could I have not noticed that yesterday? She thought in amazement. She slid her tinier feet inside, feeling them slide around a bit.
The color may have changed yesterday, but my feet must have only shrunk after I took them off. She reasoned. The socks must only affect me body and what I'm currently wearing. She frowned slightly at the hint of bright white sock peeking out between her shoes and the cuffs of her jeans. Nothing I can do about that, she told herself.
Not sure what to do with her hair, she grabbed a hair tie and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. She peeked briefly in the mirror. Again, in spite of her internal fears, she found herself appreciating her new hairstyle. As she looked away, the black spot on her lip expanded.
With that, Amy grabbed her backpack and nearly ran out of the house. She barely grunted an acknowledgement to her other two roommates, Sharon and Cho, who were relaxing by the TV. She didn't want them to see her newly blackened hair, especially given all the questions they'd ask. She quickly shut the door behind her and started walking down the sidewalk, feeling her socks rubbing between her jeans and skin.