Jenny Cleaves
Sadie's skin has an amber hue to it. Her face shifts from her feminine features to Cole's, and then back again. And in between shifting, both faces merge to form a composite overlay of their combined facial structures.
"Make it stop." She holds up her hands. One is small and dainty. Whereas, the other is masculine with elongated fingers.
"Does it hurt?" Jenny scoots to the edge of the couch. "Is it painful?"
She's never seen anything remotely like this before. It's as if Sadie's body is caught between two forms but unable to hold on to either one fully.
"No. It doesn't hurt - not like before." Sadie swallows hard. "Please. I don't want to stay like this." Tears well in her eyes.
"We'll figure this out." Jenny's voice is calm, soothing. "Sadie. Look at me." She cups her face between her hands. "We'll get to the bottom of this, but I need you to calm down. After all, if you can do it once, you can do it again. You just need to learn to control it. Okay?"