Page 7 of Unicorn Shifter Academy
Which probably would have been less weird than hiccuping up bubbles.
“I thought I was done with this shit,” I said with a groan as I rubbed my forehead. The pain seemed strangely isolated between my eyes and up a few inches. “It feels like someone has a dagger righthere,” I said, pointing to a specific spot.
A shrill voice called my name again, but it was my mother this time.
“You can’t go down there like this,” Angel said.
I couldn’t agree with her more. That is until she jabbed Ned and clarified she was referring to my lacking attire. “Spell her into something more suitable.”
“Angel!” I hissed. “I’m not going down there.”
She frowned. “Look, I know this sucks, but there’s got to be a doctor down there somewhere who can help you with this. It’s better than sitting up here being miserable.” She raised an eyebrow at my polka-dot pajamas. “I think we’ll have better luck finding help if you don’t look like you just rolled out of bed, while we’re at it.”
The moment I’d come home, I promptly ripped off the clothes my mother had picked out for the awakening ceremony and donned my fluffiest pajamas. It wasn’t my fault I preferred comfort.
“She doesn’t look like that!” Ned said. When I was about to thank him for defending me, he held up my bunny slippers and whispered a spell that had them bouncing across the floor and onto my feet. “There,nowshe looks like she just rolled out of bed.”
Angel gave Ned her best evil eye, which would work on anyone. Especially when her pupils turned into slits.
He visibly shivered. “Fine, fine. Don’t do the eye thing. I’ll spell her an outfit.”
Ned shooed me into place and I reluctantly stood in front of the mirror.
My pink hair frizzed out in all directions, mostly where I’d been grabbing at it thanks to my lovely headache. My polka-dot pajamas ballooned out from my body, the fluffy cotton my preference over whatever Ned was going to summon for me.
Wiggling my toes inside my warm bunny slippers, I frowned when they transformed into knee-high biker boots.
What the…
Angel shouted at Ned while he howled with laughter, my outfit promptly transforming into a goth chick ensemble.
A short skirt with chains for a belt adorned my waist.
A tight-fitting blouse hugged my curves.
Black, sheer sleeves with holes in them covered my arms.
And even a strange silver tattoo appeared in the place on my forehead that felt like it was on fire.
The last part didn’t seem to match the theme, but Ned wasn’t the best warlock and magic sometimes had a mind of its own.
“Change her outfit, Ned,” Angel insisted while he tried to compose himself. He rolled on the floor and wiped the tears from his eyes.
“But you should see the look on your face! She’s perfect! I have my first groupie!”
Aiming for his balls, I went to kick him with my massive biker boots. “In your dreams!”
He summoned a giant stuffed bunny to catch my kick before I could do any damage—like I knew he would. Well, I didn’t know he’d summon a stuffed bunny, but Ned always managed to avoid trouble. It was a game we played that kept us on our toes.
The door swung open in that instant, Auntie Linda taking in the scene before she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your mother isn’t going to like this. Do you realize who’s downstairs?”
Ned struggled to his feet while Angel yanked on his arm, trying to get him upright. Meanwhile, I winced at Auntie Linda’s tone. She wasn’t much older than my mother, and she’d practically raised me. Elegant black hair was drawn back from her face, forming the tidy bun she preferred in the back. The only new adornment was glittering crystals she’s woven into her hair. I caught a glimpse of them when she turned her head to glower at Ned.
“Are you responsible for this, Ned? I know Bonny doesn’t have an outfit like that in her closet.” She was responsible for maintaining my “allowed” outfits. We often argued over skirt length and if the colors I preferred were “too vibrant.”
Which was why I died my hair pink in retaliation.
My childhood friend winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “We were just messing around and—”
