Her Amber Eyes: The Failure. (Discontinued.)

Chapter Eleven: Rumbles.

I walked past the door, surprised at what I saw. I looked towards my left and right, growing a bit nervous. In front of me, there were three signs. One of them pointed left, and had the word, 'Ladies.' Another sign pointed towards my right, and said, 'Gentlemen.' Finally, there was a door in front of me that had the sign, "Identify Differently.'

I gripped the strap of my satchel a bit tighter, and began to walk down the hallway that said, 'Ladies.' As I walked, some of my nervousness melted away as I felt them.

So, finally getting to control your powers, huh? They questioned, and I nodded.

You nervous? They questioned again, and I nodded once more. I turned a corner, my shoulders going rigid as I spotted a door at the end of this hallway, which was much shorter.

Are you going to speak to me or not? They questioned a third time, and I frowned, bringing the Glass Wall up as I reached the door. I needed to focus, and they distracted me.

My frown deepened as I felt them break through the Glass Wall with ease, and they scolded me playfully, Darri, it's very rude to ignore a friend.

Oh? I countered, genuinely surprised. We are friends? I did not know that friends ignore each other for days, and do not give the other friend a way to contact them if they wanted to.

Their energy swelled, and they asked, trying but failing to keep the excitement out of their voice, You've wanted to contact me?

Yes, multiple times. However, that is not the point. I responded, and opened the door, raising an eyebrow as I realized I had walked into an empty changing room.

It seemed like a classic pool changing room, with lockers lined up against the wall and set up in rows along the room so that there were at least four aisles where girls could change and gossip with one another whilst changing. Only this locker room was eerily quiet and empty, with some black clothes folded up in front of a locker in the center of the room.

I slowly walked over to the folded clothes, picking it up and holding it up to my chest. The fabric was smooth, soft and stretched, and I rubbed it against my cheek with a smile.

Not the first thing I would do if I was given a uniform. They teased me, and raised my eyebrows in surprise.

But the fabric is so soft, how could someone not rub against their skin? I asked, but was only met with a surge of energy.

I quickly changed out of my uniform and into the black jumpsuit, and I noticed that at the end of the pant leg, where it should have ended to allow me to put on socks and shoes, it continued and wrapped around my foot, like a onesie a child would wear to sleep. I swayed from one foot to the other, testing the built in shoe, and smiled once I was satisfied with it. This was truly genius... with one minor issue.

This is much too tight. I thought to myself, and they responded, their voice filled with laughter, No, I think it looks ravishing on you.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to distract myself from the bubbling feeling in my stomach, and asked, Forgive me, but I thought you couldn't see me, that you could only see my thoughts?

I felt their energy surge, and they purred, You're right about that. However, if your thoughts happen to contain what you think you look like in an outfit, well...

My cheeks burned, and I tried pulling up the Glass Wall in an attempt to save myself from further embarrassment. However, their hands easily broke through it once more, and I clenched my fists in frustration.