Sunny wept--Sean would never have cried at getting dumped. He would have been upset, sure, but his ego would never have allowed him to cry. She almost wanted to turn back to Sean, but becoming a man again felt wierd--even in her ditzy brain, she realized that was a bad sign, but she didn't care.
Rain, on the other hand, she was smart, and tough, and didn't put up with things like this. She was like being her own big sister.
Sunny fumbled with the Chronivac, pressing random buttons and almost turning herself into a kumquat before stumbling across a panel that said
REVERT TO PREVIOUS FORM (RAIN?)
She hesitated less than a second before hitting "Yes." The changes were immediate, she realized as the glimmering mask of her personality faded to reveal ancient depths in her soul, the new moon rising over the vast ocean.
"Night before and night after." She said, her voice dropping to the assertive alto of the goth. "Ever the fates cut the brighter things ere their time." She rose, and looked at herself in the mirror as Sunny continued to disappear. Her healthy tan faded into a pallor that shrank from the sun, and her hair made up for the loss of darkness, reasserting its black-and-crimson shades from before.
Her breasts shrank slightly, though she felt nothing but disdain for _that_, having obviously been designed as a wet dream for that deluded poseur at the club. Ah, yes. That. She felt the attraction for Archdemon--'Quaid,' how...mundane--disappear, the mental transformation unravelling along with everything else.
In truth, she felt nothing but disdain for everything about the form, except a small shade of pity for the girl who would never exist again, if Rain had her way. Perhaps it was genuine sympathy, or perhaps it was the knowledge that Sunny had been her, if only for the barest of times, and what had been nearly wreaked upon her would have fallen upon her own head.
Whatever the reason, it did anger her, and as her bodice and skirt reasserted heir existence, she began to plot.
"Get thee behind me, O Kindly Ones." She intoned, looking at the Chronivac. "For ne'er hath woman been so wronged before by a man."