Alita knew there was something wrong as soon as they appeared int he transporter room. The room looked different somehow. Maybe a bit bigger, or was she smaller. She certainly didn’t feel like herself.

Opening her mouth to speak she didn’t recognize the voice that came out only emitting a small croak. She reached up to feel her throat wondering if she had been injured somehow. Glancing down, she realized a very noticable part of her anatomy was missing. The situation was already making her heart beat faster along with the chroniton issues she was already facing. Turning this way and that she finally caught sight of herself in the reflection from one of the monitors. It didn’t look like her at all except, of course, the green eyes and red hair. What the hell was she doing in a body of what looked like a twelve year old boy? Turning aorund so no-one could see her, she thought of what this might mean.

“Ew ew ew EW! FIX IT! OH MY GOD! Do I really sound like that? Somebody please fix it! Make me shut up! Cel, you have my… And I have your… EWWWW!”

Normally Alita would not have behaved in this manner but these were not normal circumstances.

Alita, MO/COS