Time for a Change – Part 10
#11 of Time for a Change
Well, this time the Event team will definitely arrive. No excuses! Hope people are still enjoying this. Sorry for the slowing down in the schedule; aside from anything else I am back to work and my computer is slowly dying. I'll try and keep to more regular posting where possible.
Jenny looked down at the thing twitching against her leg. Matt cleared his throat and pulled away. "Sorry...just my tail," he explained. Jenny nodded, cheeks a little red at the thought that had dropped into her head at the sensation. "Do you want some tea while we wait?" she added, trying to break the silence.
Tea made the wait go a little easier. She managed to find time to get herself changed into some new trousers too. That had been an...interesting time. She had experimented, and found that her legs and hips seemed slimmer, but also a lot more flexible. It made walking odd, like she had to keep tensing her knees to stop them from wobbling, but it did make her move with a graceful fluidity.
She noticed the same thing when she made the tea as well. All of her joints, from her shoulders down to her fingers, seemed to be make the term 'double jointed' redundant. She did not press it too hard, in case she suddenly snapped back to normal dexterity with her wrist rotated 90 degrees the wrong way. But it did feel...quite nice.
The pair of them sat in brooding silence. Matt and Jenny seemed to be waiting for the other to say something. Specifically they seemed to be waiting for the other person to say 'sorry'. If one of them did, then it would indicate to the other that they felt guilt over this whole situation. That would give them someone to blame, rather than the vase, nebulous thing that was The Event. 'Who would have thought', Jenny marvelled to herself, 'that all it would take to help them break up would be growing animal ears'.
Eventually the two of them did get onto talking, although not about that. Mostly they wondered where the hell the Event team could be. It was going on an hour since Jenny called, and they were well overdue. Jenny was just in the middle of proposing that what happened to them was so widespread that Event teams were thin on the ground when there was a knock at the door.
Jenny almost spilled her tea as she shoot up. "Who is it?" she called.
"Open the door; Event team specialists," came the muffled reply. Jenny and Matt exchanged glances. Smoothing her hands down her clothes, Jenny moved to open the door...