Claire felt...hot. Awkwardly so. Like, the last time she'd felt like this is when her ex-boyfriend gave her his "special chest massages" at his house while he had, like, Whitesnake and other garbage rock groups playing off of his stereo to cover up Claire (and his) squeals. This hotness somehow felt better though, like, at least 10 times more than hair-metal tinged second base. Um, was it just her, or did Rachel smell really good now? Like, the baby and the slight aging and the whole of her form being out in the open, glowing with sweat and compassion and nuturing...god, it was too sexy! Though, like, Claire had never had these thoughts before, she was totally OK with them...wait, hadn't she gone to some meetings at church, and they said that this was wrong?! Was she being tempted by the devil now? Like, she'd never gone all the way before, or even really felt this way without stimiulation, and the Bible said nothing about second base, y'know, so...hey, the Bible only talked about gay GUYS, right? Like, lesbians weren't even mentioned, or something. This could be norma-
"Gaahhhg!", Claire emitted forcefully, with upward eyes, scarlet cheeks, and a dopey grin appearing afterwards to enhance the low-level intelligence pleasure that "that" just was. She turned her head towards her now-scared friend "Geez louise, Rachel. You're pretty!" Rachel was flabbergasted. One second, she'd been joking around with her best friend about marriage, and the next, Claire literally orgasmed with happiness about her. "That was not a thing that happened ever!", Rachel thought to herself, thankful the baby that was somehow her mom wasn'f up yet from that noise. Wait, Claire seemed different now. She still had on her dumb excercise clothes for the tae-bo class she took after school ("Like, it's fake punching , and it makes me thinner! Why wouldn't you, like, like it?"), but, oh shit, she also seemed a bit older now! Maybe around Rachel's new age, even. Her face had more lines, and her eyes had dark bags under them now. She also looked bulkier. To be fair, Claire's bulkiness in the curves had never been in question, but her arms and legs looked muscular, more than any martial-arts based excercise alone could accomplish. And why did Rachel's head feel so odd now...
As Rachel wrestled with her universal relationship to Claire being rewriiten, Claire started to feel smarter. Like, she had never been too smart in anything before, and so this at least kinda sorta felt like getting smarter. Like, her brain felt like it was at school, and the teacher had mentioned fashion in an example...What was the class-thing she was getting all that smartness in, though?