Ethan sat nervously in Professor Miranda Webb's Warper Theory classroom, fidgeting with the white "Pacifist" band around her wrist. The band had taken on a more complex meaning after the incident with Rex in the cafeteria yesterday. What had begun as a simple designation had become a constant reminder of just how dangerous her uncontrolled abilities could be.

Professor Webb was nothing like Ethan had imagined. A tall woman with silver-streaked black hair and laugh lines around her eyes, she moved with the fluid precision of someone completely confident in her body. Her casual attire—dark jeans and a comfortable turtleneck rather than the formal wear of other instructors—suggested a practicality that matched her direct teaching style.

"Before we begin our practical applications today, we need to understand the mathematical frameworks that govern dimensional theory," Professor Webb began, turning to the complex equations projected on the wall. "These formulae describe the mechanics behind dimensional manipulation and reality alteration, the theoretical foundation for all Warper abilities."

For the next twenty minutes, she walked them through the mind-bending mathematics, explaining how quantum resonance patterns could create bridges between dimensional states. Ethan took careful notes, but found herself completely lost amid the advanced mathematical concepts. The equations with their strange symbols and multi-dimensional variables seemed to blur together, making little sense to her despite her best efforts to follow along.

"Now," Professor Webb continued, "while Warper abilities are not inherently tied to emotions, many of you may find that your emotional state affects your control. States of mind can increase or decrease mastery over all abilities, but Warpers often experience this connection more acutely due to the delicate nature of reality manipulation."

The classroom contained a diverse assortment of students, most of whom Ethan didn't recognize. A boy whose skin occasionally rippled like water. A girl who seemed to fade partially out of existence when she wasn't speaking. Two students in robes that Ethan assumed were magic users, judging by the arcane symbols embroidered on their sleeves. And to her surprise, Zephyr Dubois—the lanky art student she'd briefly met through Jordan—sat a few rows ahead, his perpetually tired expression giving way to genuine interest as the lecture progressed.

"Today, we'll be dividing into practice groups based on your specific ability types," Professor Webb announced. "Each group will be joined by a senior student who will help guide your exercises. Teleporters and spatial manipulators will work on object displacement. Reality warpers will focus on stability techniques. Students with dimensional viewing abilities will practice controlled glimpses."

As the class rearranged itself into groups, Ethan found herself with three other teleporters at a table covered with various small objects—rubber balls, wooden blocks, pencils. They were joined by a senior student named Vanessa, a tall girl with metallic blue hair who introduced herself as "Shift."

"As one of the newer students, you'll want to start with the basics," Shift explained to Ethan, while a boy with translucent skin named Mirage demonstrated for the other students. "Mirage has been working with his abilities for over a year."

"The trick is to feel the connection between where the object is and where you want it to be," Mirage explained, causing a rubber ball to disappear and reappear six inches to the left. "Like there's an invisible thread you can pull on."

Ethan tried to follow his instructions, focusing intently on a small wooden cube. She felt the familiar tingling sensation building in her fingertips but fought to keep it controlled, contained, directing it toward the cube rather than letting it envelop her whole body.

To her surprise, the cube vanished with a soft pop and reappeared exactly where she'd intended, at the edge of the table. The achievement was small—barely six inches of movement—but the fact that she'd done it deliberately, with control, felt momentous.

"Well done, Ms. Anderson," Professor Webb said, appearing beside their table. "That's excellent progress for someone still learning to recognize their energy patterns."

The praise was unexpected and oddly validating. For once, Ethan's powers had done exactly what she wanted them to, without causing chaos or embarrassment.

The remainder of the class consisted of similar exercises, with increasing distances and precision requirements. By the end, Ethan had successfully teleported several objects with minimal effort, though she noticed the small failures followed a pattern—her control slipped when she became frustrated or impatient.

As the students gathered their belongings at the end of class, Professor Webb approached Ethan again.

"Ms. Anderson, a moment?" she asked, her expression thoughtful. "I've been reviewing your file. Your situation is particularly interesting from a Warper perspective."

Ethan tensed. "Interesting isn't exactly how I'd describe it."

Professor Webb's expression softened. "I understand. But your transformation and subsequent ability manifestation suggest a complex dimensional interaction that might help us better understand your powers." She paused, seeming to choose her words carefully. "Have you considered the possibility that your warping abilities aren't just a consequence of your transformation, but potentially a path to reversing it?"

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. "You think I could use teleportation to change back to my original form?"

"Not teleportation specifically," Professor Webb clarified. "But the underlying Warper energy that enables it. Dimensional manipulations and reality alterations all stem from the same fundamental source. With proper training and understanding, you might eventually gain enough control to affect your own quantum signature."

It was the first hint of real hope Ethan had received since arriving at Whateley. Not just vague reassurances that someone might eventually find a solution, but a concrete possibility that she herself might hold the key.

"How would I even begin to do that?" Ethan asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"One step at a time," Professor Webb replied with a gentle smile. "First, master the basics. Learn to control your teleportation consistently and precisely. Once that foundation is solid, we can explore more advanced applications."

As Ethan left the classroom, her mind raced with new possibilities. For the first time since her transformation, she felt something beyond resignation or despair—a sense of purpose and potential agency in her own fate.

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The Crystal Hall cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime activity as Ethan made her way to where Jordan sat, his tray already half-empty. Her successful morning in Warper Theory had left her in a cautiously optimistic mood, though she still scanned the room carefully for any sign of Rex or other students who might cause trouble.

"How was your first Warper class?" Jordan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Learn anything useful?"

Ethan nodded, sliding into a seat across from him. "Actually, yes. I managed to teleport objects on purpose, with control." She lowered her voice. "And Professor Webb hinted that my Warper abilities might eventually help me change back to my original form."

Jordan's eyes lit up. "That's exactly what I've been researching! The quantum mechanics of dimensional signatures and reality manipulation. If we could isolate the specific frequency of your original form—"

"Well, if it isn't the wonder twins," a quiet voice interrupted. They looked up to see a thin, unremarkable boy with messy hair and tired eyes standing by their table, holding a lunch tray. "Mind if I join you?"

Jordan grinned. "Alistair! Sure, have a seat." He turned to Ethan. "Ethan, this is Alistair Thorne. We met in Basic Electronics yesterday. Alistair, this is my friend Ethan."

Alistair nodded politely to Ethan as he sat down. "Nice to meet you. Jordan mentioned you were dealing with some transition issues."

Ethan tensed slightly, uncertain how much Jordan had shared about her situation.

"Power manifestation stuff," Jordan clarified quickly. "Nothing specific."

Alistair gave a small, understanding smile. "No worries. We've all got our things here." He pushed his food around his plate absently. "Mine's just a bit... unpredictable."

"What kind of power do you have?" Ethan asked, curious despite herself.

Alistair's expression grew uncomfortable. "It's complicated. I'm an Avatar, but not the usual kind. I don't really have much control over when—"

A sudden crash from a nearby table interrupted him as a student dropped a tray. The loud noise seemed to trigger something in Alistair—his eyes widened in alarm, and his body tensed.

"Not now," he whispered, a note of panic in his voice. "No, no, no..."

Before Ethan or Jordan could react, a transformation overcame Alistair. It wasn't just a physical change but a complete presence shift. His slight frame expanded, growing taller and more muscular, but in distinctly feminine proportions. His unremarkable features shifted into a face of commanding beauty, framed by flowing hair that seemed to catch light that wasn't there. Even his clothing changed, the standard Whateley uniform morphing into leather and bronze armor with Greek-inspired designs.

The entire cafeteria fell silent as this new being rose to her full, impressive height, surveying the room with regal disdain.

"Again I am called forth," the entity declared, her voice resonant and powerful, nothing like Alistair's soft tones. "Who among you has need of Callidora, Daughter of Ares and Athena?"

Ethan and Jordan stared in shock. The transformation was complete—not a trace of Alistair remained in this imposing warrior goddess.

The goddess scanned the cafeteria, her gaze eventually settling back on their table—specifically, on Ethan. Her expression changed to one of intense interest.

"You," she said, pointing at Ethan. "You have the spirit of a warrior beneath that confusion, flame-haired one."

The goddess scanned the cafeteria carefully, her gaze eventually returning to their table. Her eyes settled on Ethan with sudden intensity.

"You will join my new tribe, little flame-hair," Callidora declared, leaning across the table toward Ethan, who remained frozen in her seat. "I see your potential even if you do not."

The cafeteria was utterly silent, hundreds of eyes watching this bizarre declaration. Ethan's mind raced for a response, but before she could formulate one, the doors burst open and several security officers entered, led by a severe-looking woman in a tactical uniform.

"Stand down, Callidora," the woman called firmly, her tone suggesting this wasn't her first encounter with the goddess. "You know the rules about manifestations in public areas."

The goddess turned, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Ah, the guardians of this sacred training ground. I mean no harm to your charges. I merely seek to claim this one"—she gestured to Ethan—"for my new Amazon tribe."

"Ms. Anderson is not available for recruitment," the security woman replied evenly. "Please return to your containment area."

For a tense moment, it seemed Callidora might challenge the security team. But then she sighed dramatically. "Very well. But this is not finished, little flame-hair," she said, looking back at Ethan. "We shall speak again when these self-appointed guardians are not watching so closely."

With those words, the goddess allowed the security team to escort her from the cafeteria, her regal bearing undiminished as she departed. Conversations gradually resumed, though many students still cast curious glances toward Ethan's table.

"What... just happened?" Ethan finally managed, turning to Jordan.

Jordan appeared fascinated, his eyes wide with wonder. "That was incredible," he whispered.

"Avatar manifestation," said a voice from the next table. A girl with purple-streaked hair leaned over. "One of the most dramatic I've ever seen. Some Avatars channel spirits or entities, but Alistair's case is particularly powerful. The entity completely takes over."

"And she wanted to recruit me? For a tribe?"

"The Amazon thing is new," Jordan said thoughtfully. "But it makes sense that Callidora would be interested in you. Your transformation resulted in a female form with combat abilities—that fits the Amazon archetype."

Ethan slumped in her seat. "Great. Just what I needed. Another complication."

"Look at it this way," Jordan offered. "If ancient mythological entities are taking an interest in you, maybe there's something special about your transformation that we haven't figured out yet."

Before Ethan could respond, a familiar voice called her name. She looked up to see Jasper Chen approaching their table, his usual confident smile in place.

"Ethan! Combat class starts in fifteen minutes. Want to walk over together?"

With a start, Ethan realized she'd almost forgotten about Basic Combat, scheduled for after lunch. She nodded, gathering her things. "Sure, Jasper. Jordan, I'll catch up with you later?"

Jordan nodded, still distracted by thoughts of Avatars and dimensional theories. "Yeah, I'll be in the library if you need me. Good luck with combat class."

As they left the cafeteria, Jasper gave Ethan a curious look. "So... you've been claimed by an Amazon goddess. That's quite an honor on your third day."

Ethan rolled her eyes. "Not you too. It was weird and embarrassing."

"Nah, it's cool," Jasper insisted. "Callidora doesn't manifest often, and when she does, she usually just rants about honor and duty. I've never seen her try to recruit someone before."

"Lucky me," Ethan muttered.

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The gymnasium designated for Basic Combat class was a large space with padded floors and minimal equipment—just some training dummies, practice weapons on racks along one wall, and a series of mats for sparring. About twenty students in gym uniforms were already gathered when Ethan and Jasper arrived.

Sensei Ito stood at the center of the room, his compact frame and stern expression commanding immediate respect. As the last students filtered in, he surveyed the class with piercing eyes.

"Welcome back to Basic Combat," he began without preamble. "Today we will continue building on the foundational principles established in our earlier sessions. Regardless of your powers or physical abilities, the fundamentals of self-defense remain constant."

He demonstrated an advanced variant of the defensive stance they had learned previously, then directed the students to pair up for practice. Jasper immediately turned to Ethan.

"Partners?" he asked with a grin. "I'd like to see how those martial arts skills of yours have developed since our last session."

Ethan nodded, remembering their previous sparring and Sensei Ito's explanation of her "quantum personality overlay" during their evaluation. The explanation had helped make sense of her body's instinctive knowledge, though it still felt foreign when she consciously thought about it.

As the pairs spread out across the mats, Sensei Ito circulated, correcting stances and offering guidance. When he reached Ethan and Jasper, he paused, observing them closely.

"Anderson-san," he said thoughtfully. "How has your mental integration been progressing? Have you been practicing the awareness exercises I recommended?"

"I've been trying, Sensei," Ethan replied honestly. "It's still strange—knowing how to do something without knowing why."

Sensei Ito nodded. "Today, instead of relying solely on your body's automatic responses, I want you to attempt to predict and understand each movement before you execute it. Slow your responses deliberately. Chen-san will assist you with controlled attacks."

Jasper moved with impressive speed, launching a controlled but forceful punch toward Ethan's shoulder. Instinctively, Ethan's body began to react with fluid efficiency, but this time she deliberately slowed the movement, trying to mentally catalog each step—the pivot to redirect the blow, the stepping inside Jasper's guard, the counter that would normally follow.

The result was a slightly awkward but more conscious defense, less fluid than before but performed with greater awareness.

"Good," Sensei Ito said. "You are beginning to bridge the gap between your body's knowledge and your mind's understanding. Continue."

They practiced for several more rounds, with Ethan focusing on conscious awareness rather than automatic response. It was more challenging than simply letting her body react, but by the end of the session, she felt a deeper connection to the movements—less like they were happening to her and more like she was choosing them.

"Your progress is promising, Anderson-san," Sensei Ito said as the class ended. "Remember, true mastery comes not just from perfect execution, but from perfect understanding. You have inherited capabilities that usually require years of dedicated training. This is both a gift and a burden—powers without the wisdom to properly wield them."

The words struck a chord with Ethan, resonating with her broader struggle since the transformation. Everything about her new existence felt this way—powerful but uncontrolled, advanced but incomplete.

"I want to understand," she said finally. "I want to know why my body can do these things, not just how."

Sensei Ito nodded approvingly. "That is the beginning of wisdom, Anderson-san. We will continue to work together to bridge the gap between your body's knowledge and your mind's understanding."

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That evening, Jordan organized an impromptu study group in one of Melville Cottage's common rooms. Ethan arrived to find him already setting up, surrounded by textbooks and notes, with Emiko sitting cross-legged on a nearby armchair.

"I invited some of the other new students," Jordan explained as Ethan took a seat. "Figured we could all benefit from comparing notes on different classes."

Within minutes, Jasper arrived, followed by Elara Reyes, the quiet girl with chronometry abilities that Ethan had briefly met during powers testing. Zephyr wandered in shortly after, his perpetual exhaustion seemingly lifted by the prospect of social interaction.

"So," Jordan began once everyone was settled, "who wants to start? Any interesting discoveries today?"

"Ethan's making serious progress with her martial arts integration," Jasper offered with a grin. "You should have seen her in combat class. More deliberate than last time, but you can see she's really starting to own those skills."

Ethan felt her cheeks warm as attention turned to her. "It's still strange. Sensei Ito has been helping me understand the 'quantum personality overlay' better—how my body inherited skills from the character my form is based on."

"That's fascinating," Elara said, speaking up for the first time. Her voice was soft but precise, with a slight accent Ethan couldn't place. "Most transformations affect physical characteristics, sometimes powers, but rarely impart skill sets. Your situation suggests a deeper dimensional interaction."

Jordan nodded eagerly. "That's what I've been researching! The quantum mechanics of dimensional signatures and how they relate to physical form and knowledge transfer."

"In simple terms," Elara continued, focusing on Ethan, "your transformation wasn't just cosmetic. It brought through aspects of the template entity—including knowledge and muscle memory that would normally take years to develop."

"So I'm turning into someone else?" Ethan asked, unable to keep the worry from her voice.

"Not necessarily," Emiko interjected gently. "Think of it more like inheriting traits. Your core—your memories, values, personality—remains your own. But you've gained access to abilities you didn't personally learn."

The conversation continued, delving into theories of dimensional physics and examples of similar cases throughout paranormal history. Despite the academic nature of the discussion, Ethan found it unsettling how casually her situation was being dissected—as if her existential crisis was just an interesting case study.

Their conversation was interrupted when a familiar figure passed through the common room—Kira Devereux, walking quickly as if trying to avoid notice. Ethan felt a strange flutter in her chest at the sight, which she attributed to lingering tension from their previous encounters.

As Kira passed their seating area, her gaze briefly met Ethan's, then quickly darted away. But not before Ethan noticed her ears twitch slightly, the first hint of her fennec fox features beginning to manifest.

"Hey, Kira," Jasper called out. "Want to join our study group?"

Kira paused, clearly surprised at being addressed. Her eyes scanned the assembled students, lingering momentarily on Ethan before she shook her head. "I've got my own work to do."

"Come on," Emiko encouraged. "We're discussing dimensional physics and transformation theory. You've got experience with physical changes that might be relevant."

Kira's posture stiffened, her ears noticeably more pointed now. "My shapeshifting is natural. It's not like—" She cut herself off, glancing uncomfortably at Ethan.

"Not like being transformed by a machine?" Ethan supplied, an edge to her voice. "Yeah, I figured there was a difference."

An awkward silence fell over the group. Jasper and Jordan exchanged concerned glances, while Elara observed the interaction with quiet intensity.

"That's not what I meant," Kira said finally, her defensiveness tinged with something that might have been regret. "It's just different, that's all."

"How about a change of subject?" Zephyr suggested, his normally sleepy demeanor giving way to a surprising social awareness. "Anyone having trouble with Professor Chen's Applied Technology homework?"

The tension eased slightly as the conversation shifted to classwork, but Ethan remained aware of Kira hovering at the edge of their group, not fully joining but not leaving either. There was something about the shapeshifter's presence that both irritated and intrigued her—a complexity that went beyond their superficial antagonism.

As the study session progressed, Ethan noticed small, telling details about Kira's behavior. The way she occasionally leaned forward when Ethan was speaking, only to catch herself and resume a disinterested posture. The subtle shift in her expressions when certain topics arose—particularly those related to control and identity. The consistent appearance of fox-like features whenever her gaze lingered on Ethan for too long.

"Hey, Ethan," Jasper said, snapping her out of these observations. "You're staring."

"What? No, I wasn't," Ethan protested, looking away from Kira too quickly to be convincing.

"Someone's distracted," Jasper teased with a knowing grin.

"I'm just worried she's going to start another argument," Ethan said defensively, aware of her cheeks warming.

Kira, who had clearly overheard, turned with a challenging expression. "Is that what you think of me? That I'm just looking for fights?"

"Well, you haven't exactly been friendly," Ethan shot back.

"I don't have to be friendly," Kira retorted, but her usual bite seemed forced. "Especially with someone who could teleport me to who-knows-where at any moment."

Emiko smoothly intervened before the exchange could escalate. "Kira, since you're here, would you like to share your notes from Professor Reynard's class? I heard your Control Theory paper was excellent."

The abrupt change of subject caught Kira off-guard. She hesitated, then reluctantly joined their circle, taking a seat as far from Ethan as possible. "Fine. But only because Reynard's exam is supposed to be brutal."

As Kira began explaining the finer points of emotional regulation techniques, Ethan found herself surprisingly engaged. Beneath the prickly exterior, Kira was insightful and articulate, especially when discussing power control—a subject clearly close to her heart.

"The key is recognizing that your powers aren't separate from you," Kira explained, her usual defensiveness giving way to genuine passion for the subject. "They're expressions of who you are. Fighting them is like fighting yourself—it only creates more internal conflict and makes control harder."

The words struck a chord with Ethan, echoing what Professor Webb had said earlier. Was she making her situation worse by resisting her new form and abilities?

Jordan seemed to read her thoughts. "That doesn't mean you have to give up on changing back," he said quietly. "Just that fighting against what is might make the present harder to manage."

The study session wrapped up as curfew approached. As the group dispersed, Jordan lingered to speak with Ethan.

"I've been thinking about your transformation," he said, his expression serious. "If the quantum personality overlay theory is correct, then your powers might be more directly connected to your new form than we realized."

"Meaning what?" Ethan asked cautiously.

"Meaning that if we find a way to reverse the transformation, your warping abilities might change or even disappear in the process." Jordan adjusted his glasses nervously. "I thought you should know that going back might mean losing whatever powers came with this form."

The possibility hadn't occurred to Ethan before. While she'd been focused on returning to her original male body, she hadn't considered that her powers might be part of the package—powers that, despite their unpredictability, represented unusual potential.

"I need to think about that," she said finally.

As Jordan nodded and left, Ethan realized with a start that Kira was still in the common room, pretending to read but clearly having overheard their conversation.

"Something to say?" Ethan asked, bracing for another confrontation.

Kira closed her book and stood. "Just... be careful what you wish for," she said, her tone uncharacteristically subdued. "Sometimes the thing you think you want most comes with costs you didn't anticipate."

Before Ethan could respond, Kira walked away, leaving her alone with that cryptic warning and the weight of the day's revelations.

Later that night, an urgent announcement echoed through Melville Cottage: all students were to return to their rooms immediately for an emergency headcount. Speculation ran wild through the corridors as students reluctantly complied, most assuming it was a drill until security personnel began methodically checking each room.

Ethan had barely settled in when a stern knock came at her door. Opening it revealed Chief Delarose himself, accompanied by two officers.

"Ms. Anderson," he said formally, "please come with us to security headquarters. There's a matter that requires your immediate attention."

Heart racing, Ethan followed them through the quiet corridors and across the darkened campus to Kane Hall. She was led to a sparse office where Dr. Aguilar was already waiting, her usual warm expression replaced by professional concern.

"Ethan," she greeted, "thank you for coming. Please, sit down."

"What's happening?" Ethan asked, taking the offered chair. "Is this about Alistair's manifestation at lunch? Or is it about Rex?"

Chief Delarose took a seat behind the desk. "It's about Rex Harding. We've finally located him."

Ethan felt a wave of relief wash over her. "That's good news, right? Where was he? Is he okay?"

"He was found in the underground tunnel system connecting Twain Cottage to the main campus," Delarose explained. "Disoriented and missing his shirt, but physically unharmed. It appears he's been wandering the tunnel system since yesterday, completely lost."

"I'm so glad he's safe," Ethan said sincerely. "I really didn't mean to teleport him. It just... happened."

Dr. Aguilar nodded understandingly. "We know, Ethan. But this incident has raised important concerns that we need to address. This is the first documented case of you teleporting another person, and the fact that only his shirt remained behind while the rest of his clothing went with him suggests your power behaves differently with living subjects."

Chief Delarose leaned forward. "Your current Pacifist designation doesn't include sufficient monitoring for this level of power manifestation. Given the potential danger, we need to implement additional safety measures."

"What kind of measures?" Ethan asked warily.

"Effective immediately, you'll attend mandatory specialized Warper control sessions with Professor Reynard, in addition to your regular classes," he replied. "Your tracking band will be upgraded to include monitoring for teleportation energy spikes. And any further incidents of this nature will result in more severe restrictions, potentially including temporary isolation during periods of heightened power instability."

The weight of these new conditions settled heavily on Ethan. "So I'm basically on probation?"

"Think of it as enhanced support," Dr. Aguilar suggested gently. "We're not punishing you for something you can't control. We're providing a framework to help you develop that control."

As Ethan was escorted back to Melville Cottage, her mind reeled with the day's events. The promising control she'd shown in Warper Theory class seemed distant now, overshadowed by the reality that her powers were potentially more dangerous—and more complex—than she'd realized.

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Back in her room, Ethan sat at her desk and opened the journal Dr. Aguilar had given her. After documenting the day's incidents, she found herself adding more personal reflections:

I learned three major things today:

1. My teleportation powers might someday help me change back to my original form. 2. My martial arts abilities come from the "quantum personality overlay" from the anime character I now resemble. 3. Whatever this transformation did to me, it goes deeper than just my appearance.

This raises questions I can't ignore anymore: How much of me is still me? What if the martial arts knowledge is just the beginning? What if other aspects of this "template" start manifesting? Would I even notice if I started thinking or feeling differently?

And if my warping powers are connected to this form, what happens if I do find a way to change back? Would losing these abilities be a price worth paying to be myself again?

I came to Whateley looking for a way to reverse what Jordan's machine did to me. But now I'm starting to wonder—even if we found a way, would it actually restore who I was, or just change me into something else?

Ethan closed the journal and gazed at her reflection in the window. The face looking back was still a stranger's—delicate features framed by vibrant red hair, blue eyes that seemed to hold depths she didn't recognize. Yet somewhere behind those eyes was still Ethan Anderson, struggling to hold onto an identity that felt increasingly fluid.

The tracking band on her wrist seemed heavier now, a physical reminder of how much had changed in such a short time. Not just her body or her powers, but her very sense of self.

As she prepared for bed, a final thought troubled her: what if the person she was trying so desperately to become again no longer existed? What if, in fighting so hard against what she now was, she was missing the opportunity to discover who she might become?

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End of Chapter 04

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