She was pacing back and forth now with her fingers interlaced on top of her head, a few strands of hair tangled between them. “Okay think Dylan. What did you do differently earlier!?” Her pants began to slip from her hips while she turned. She reached down and hiked them up in a hop without missing a step. She knew she had to of looked ridiculous. She’d lost seven inches and at least fifty pounds, not to mention half herself again in width. It all caused the gray t-shirt to hang off her like a tarp and the legs of her jeans to pool up and drag behind her. She didn’t even have to kick off her now discarded shoes. She had just taken a step and her foot slid out without the slightest catch. She cinched up her belt as tight as it would go but even then it still hung lose off her right hip. Stopping mid step she turned and leaned on the counter with her hands. “Alright the first three were only alterations to myself not full transformations.” She let the ideas settle in her head before taking a deep breath. “So if the difference is the kind of change, is it one way? Am I stuck like this or does the medallion just need time to recharge?” She bit her lip again and looked into the mirror for answers. All she got was a look down her shirt through the far too large neck. The medallion was dangling just a little of her breast. It was reflecting the light almost like a lamp in a cave, a cave in any other situation she would be more than willing to dive right into. “Guess if I’m stuck like this I’ll have to go find something that fits…”