At this strange new occurance you leave the bathroom and immediately try to put on some clothes but your new figure doesn't fit your old clothes, but you quickly remember that just yesterday this was a girl's room. You turn and open up a dresser drawer which happens to be full of panties and bras. Suddenly you get an urge, despite your better judgement, to put on the undergarments and several "Girlish" thoughts cross your brain as you slip the panties up your luscious legs, but your brain stumps at how to put on that bra. But as you picked it up suddenly you knew how and promptly put it on, it all felt so strange as you put on the redhead's jeans and a simple t-shirt, but at the same time so natural.

You walked out of the room and continued to the main lobby, where you see Cyril sitting there reading a book. You sit down next to him and suddenly you notice that you feel remarkably attracted to him and his short brown hair. He looks up at you with his sparkling green eyes, and for a second you almost forget what you were going to ask him.

"Cyril, you remember that new boy who came in yesterday?" You ask still perplexed by his eyes, and the sound of your new voice.

"Yes, i do," he responds staring to the side, "He was the one who refused to heed my warning," he continues with a smile coming over his face. "You mean to tell me that yesterday you were him, don't you?"

You stare at him, your jaw dropping, "You mean that you knew this would happen?!" You start to say quietly but rise to a near scream.

"Well yes," his smile still not leaving, "I have seen it happen a dozen times, and i must say you have met your new form quite nicely."

You can't help but blush. He continues, "I told you that you would force the consequences of whatever you do. And in this house in which digestion is encouraged, you are what you eat, so you eat a woman you gather some of her traits and based upon who you ate first in the house you take on the most traits from whoever your first eat was. So, in essence the changes become more permanant the more people you eat. So how many people did you eat and what genders?"

Suddenly fear grips you as you take this all in "I ate 4 women yesterday" You gulp after saying, awaiting his response.

Cyril's smirk only broadens, "You're going to have to go to the nurse, she should be able to help you out, or at least tell you whether it is reversible or not."

You step out of the lobby while Cyril watches your new figure go out the door, and then he returns to his book.