Gwendolyn caught her reflection in her helmet she looked the same, she didn't really feel any different. "I'm not sure what you all are talking about..." Even her voice sounded normal, obviously she was exempt to whatever was going on. She began to scoot away nervously, this was too crazy. She stopped and thought for a moment. Her motorcycle suit fit a little too well and it now instead of reflecting light it somehow absorbed it. She swallowed nervously and tried to pull off one of her gloves, it didn't move at all. Her breath caught in her throat, she just wanted to take the stupid gloves off. As the thought passed through her mind the gloves vanished into a strange black smoke that eventually dissipated. Her hands were pale, sharply contrasting her tanned face. She swallowed slowly, she was beginning to grasp what this meant. She zipped down her suit to her collar bone. There was a thin black line, separating the pale skin from her normal skin tone. Black smoke came from this line, it was almost like a shadow. "C-celty doesn't have a head." she murmured to herself, fearing the worst she pushed her head, as if to remove it from her shoulders. It remained attached to her body, she sighed in relief.

Zipping her suit back up, she looked to the others, "It appears my changes are minor for the time being. Your realism might scare people, so if you want I can go get breakfast." Her suit had already morphed into a turtle neck and pants, it was hardly a change as Gwendolyn could barely do more than eliminate the zipper and make the one piece into two.