Luna sat down in a empty seat, most of her friends didn't take her bus anyways. Pulling out a set of bulky but chic headphones she blasted music as she watched the town blur by as the bus drove around.
Each kid that got on had started to change, not that anyone noticed. A football jock was chatting with a girl as his hair slowly started to turn darker and greaser, a few faint streaks of old dye all that remaining of his original dirty blonde hair. His body growing thinner as his voice cracked, losing his more masculine side. After a turn the pairs conversation had stopped completely, the boys clothing turing darker as he stared out the window. The girl following suit as her skinny jeans began to shrink up as they turned into a red plaid skirt, fishnet stocking rolling up her legs, then her arms. Spiked leather bracelets finishing the ensemble as the two began to chat once again. The boys face growing softer, his height shrinking to be nearly eye level with the girls. Another turn and the chair was now occupied with two girls, now giggling softly as they began to kiss each other while trying to hide their equal nervousness.
The change not limited to just them, the bus driver now nearly unrecognizable as he had turned from a balding forties something man to now in his early thirties, a more plain Jane but nevertheless now on the other side of the fence. Luna chuckled to herself, the bus driver was definitely a Cindy type, she probably acted all tough on the job but cracked immediately at home.
By the time the bus had stopped infront of the school, a conga line of emos, goths, butches and wanna-be bikers seemingly streamed from the bus. Luna didn't really notice, the choice of fashion of everyone was seen as normal. She remembered getting her hair dyed when she was only five after all, she got her ears pierced when she was six. Her memories continuing to try to adapt to the world around her. Luna entered the school, the number of boys had started to dwindle quickly, as Luna passed each student they had started to change, maybe just a wayward piercing or a choice of attire, but like an infection the slightest start then started to leech outward, their body and memories quickly eroding into their new alternative self.