--Poe Note--

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! PS- this story's got a PG-13 rating for some crude language. That's all, for now.

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I sat up, trying to move around a bit in my new body. It was beyond awkward. My entire stance was on different proportions, even though my height felt the same. The weirdest parts had to be my feet and tail. My actual legs had become considerably shorter, but my feet were comically huge, less three toes from only the night before. My hands were also minus two digits each, but that didn't seem to bother me. Yet my tail did pose a problem. I looked at myself at the floor-to-celing mirror across from my bed and saw that it had ripped a hole straight through my nightgown and probably my underwear as well. I was starting to have some considerable control over it now, but it was on the whole, still a useless appendage. I couldn't grip anything with it, not yet. And as I shook my head, my blue fur puffed up like a cat's when it's angry- giving the impression that I was much larger than truth. I was going to have to be careful not to shed all over the furniture.

I tried stepping out of bed, finding myself tumbling head over heels onto the floor. I tried squatting- my new stance made it actually quite comfortable to do so- but I couldn't seem to stand upright. I just kept falling on my rear. Sarah laughed, trying to cover her mouth with her hand.

My legs are out of human proportion, too. It took me a few days to get the hang of walking upright again. Walking on all fours probably feels more natural, huh? Sarah smiled. You may not be able to do much with it yet, but try using your tail as a rudder. For balance, like a Tyrannosaurus. And try walking on the front part of your feet only; keep everything else up off the ground. Your new posture is raptolike- this should keep you from falling.

I tried her suggestions and found it was quite easy to move about. Maybe having a friend who was both a mutant and a genius wouldn't be too bad- even if she was as annoying as Hermionie.

Oh, and your old clothes are most likely too big for you now. You might want to wear what's on your chair instead, Sarah said, as she hopped to my door and opened it. And, by the way, call me Toad when referring to mutancy. We like to keep ourselves anonymous. She stood up, walked out, and shut the door.

I went to my chair, pulled on what was there (just a plain pair of khaki shorts with a hole specially made for my tail and a red T-shirt). Everything seemed to fit as if the maker knew the exact size I'd be in the new body. I didn't think about it at the time, I'll admit, but when looking back on it I can't believe I didn't even ponder on how this Hokage something or other ever even knew.

I walked downstairs, catching glimpses of the conversation in the kitchen.

She should be awake by now. I hope she's not in shock! My poor Ensei! my mom sobbed. She was a worrywart to no end. She probably thought I'd fainted- or strangled myself when I looked in the mirror- or maybe evil mutants kidnapped me- or something stupid like that.

I peeked down to the kitchen, still part ways on the stairs. I said simply. One of the few things that hadn't changed was my voice.

My mother was on me faster than Quicksilver can run, gripping me tight and squeezing me tighter. Her mouth ran faster than his, too. Areyouokay? Ensei, Iwassoworried, youcouldhavedied, youcouldhavestrangeledyourselfwithyourtail... My mom caught her composure and slowed down enough to comprehend her sentences. Are you all right?

I looked Mom straight in the eye. She looked afraid. Afraid to reconcile with the truth that I was who I was now.

Do you feel... different... in any way, honey? She said this as if she thought I hadn't looked in a mirror yet. Even though I was wearing clothes I never would have bought for myself- even though I had to know which way to put on my new shorts otherwise my tail would be seriously cramped- mothers can be so hysterical sometimes. They're afraid to admit the truth to their own children even when it is staring them in the face.





I'm not as blind as you'd like me to be.

My mother fell to the floor, exasperated at my remark and crying at my two-toed feet.

Miss Maycomb gave me the evil eye, and i noticed them changing colors. You shouldn't have said that. She already was having a mental breakdown. She picked a strange receiver out of her pocketbook and spoke into it.



Silence for a split second, then Miss Maycomb spoke again. Foresight? We need some help please. Sara's mother is in critical. I'm calling the delivery service to pick you up now. Pause. Pause. I need you to pick up Foresight, meet me at my current location.

Click.

Miss Maycomb sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, sighing, jaded by the entire ordeal. Ensei, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Your mom will be fine. Could you go open the door?

I was so startled by this statement that I grabbed the key to the front door (quite absentmindedly with my tail, too) and unlocked it to let in a hurricane of some kind.

That stopped immediately before it hit the far wall in the kitchen.

It was a silver haired guy with eye gear carrying a woman not much younger than my mother. Now, forget about the woman. To heck that I cared!

When the boy in the greenish look-alike to XME's Quicksilver's guise removed his smoked dust visor- oh crap, those baby blues were to die for. He shot me a look square in the eye and from one demon to another- damn I didn't even notice the woman pull a bandana off her face to reveal that she had three eyes! Only when the boy's gaze went downward to my hysteric mother did I actually pay attention. The woman he had carried had closed her two main eyes and was unblinking with the third- glaring straight at the forehead of my mom.

And because everything else was a bag of peanuts today, it never for once surprised me that my mom immediately calmed down and went fast asleep on the floor.