A few seconds later she opened her eyes and raised her hands to her face, expecting the worst. Seeing that what she had raised were indeed hands, she took a few moments to breathe a sigh of relief and be thankful that she had ended up human still, and seemingly, the aware setting had been left on as well. She glanced down at herself and furrowed her brow as she noticed she was still in her goth girl attire, something she had been far from expecting. She contemplates this, and realises that her thoughts are still pretentious poetry and needlessly emotive images.
It didn't take Rain long to work out what must have happened, and tentatively unlocking the door and stepping out into the bathroom, she realises that the random change that had been intended for her was, in fact, not aimed directly at her, rather at whoever happened to be holidng the Chronivac at that precise second in time.
"The Chronivac!" she yelled, startled, and instantly began to look for it, her eyes scanning every visible inch of the tiled floor.
A few seconds later, her stomach felt like it had just been sucked into a black hole as she saw it lying broken on the floor, obviously from the impact of being dropped. Inside her mind she felt suddenly compelled to lament dramatically choosing this transformation in the first place, as the Sean part of her became immediately convinced that changing back is impossible. The same Sean part of her laments all the little details he had to go ahead with. The pretense. The love of tight black clothes. Making her hornier than average.
She picked up the pieces and ignored the little part of her brain that kept pointing out that being stuck like this wouldn't be so bad, deciding instead that if the Chronivac can be made, it can be fixed, and she would at some point in the future be able to change herself back. It would probably be for the best.
Then her thoughts were interrupted by the one that dropped the Chronivac in the first place.
"...uh...excuse me...?" a voice came.