"Alright! I'm getting some soda from the fridge!" Cecilia announced as they checked out the room they had gotten.
"Isn't that really expensive?" Helen asked, having heard loads about how overpriced hotel food was.
"Eh... It's just one soda. Anybody else want some?" Cecilia glanced over the rest, who were mostly getting comfortable in the room. "...Guess not. More for myself!" She said cheerfully as she found herself a glass, pouring some soda into it.
Almost immediately after taking a sip, she noticed the odd taste... It wasn't bad, just...odd. "...How long has this thing been standing in there?" She asked nobody in particular as she began studying the bottle. It had a light blue label with a picture or a red car on it. "...Shota-pop? What kinda name is that?"
"Well... Shota means young boy, I think..." Margaret explained before returning her attention to her game. "Healing enemies are so unfair..."
"Seriously? Why would somebody name their soda that?" Cecilia put the bottle back into the fridge, continuing to drink from the glass.
All of a sudden, Cecilia froze up. Her clothes felt off. Before she could react the tightened on her body, changing shape and texture.
"W-what's happening?!" Helen asked in shock, stumbling backwards. They could only watch in shock as Cecilia's clothes morphed. The t-shirt and hoodie molded together, turning into a light blue color polo shirt which was much too small on her. Cecilia's breasts pressed against the fabric with her nipples clearly showing through, showing that her bra was more or less gone, most of her stomach was also showing. Her jeans shortened tremendously, turning into a pair of white shorts with strained around her legs. She even had a camel toe as this point...
"W...wh...what the hell?!" Cecilia exclaimed, staring down at herself in horror. "What happened to my clothes?!"
"T...they...changed...?" Judith mumbled in disbelief. Allen only stared, the sight in front of him was...too odd.
"I...I got that part! B-but how?!" Cecilia continued. "T...this is unbelievab-" She was cut of by her own gasp. Her camel toe bulged out in her shorts, its shape and size changing. Before she knew it, something was snaking down her leg... Something thick and throbbing. "Reluctantly, she touched the thing...It was sensitive. "W...what is that? A...a..." She trailed off as the others noticed that she was...growing smaller. Her breasts shrunk away at an alarming rater as her curves were washed away. Within nothing more than a minute, Cecilia now had short red hair and clearly a young boy in appearance. The clothes finally fit, however. She - or now he - looked nothing more 7 or 8 years old, staring at himself in terror. And so did the rest...