Noelle shivered as she stepped out of the shower. The cold air nipped away at her wet skin as she grabbed a towel to dry herself. She stared into the mirror and looked at herself. She sighed at her feminine figure. She had become well endowed and it became more troublesome to bind her breasts. Her figure was also quite curvaceous, much to her chagrin. It seemed that every passing day, her body became more womanly which only served to fuel her longing desire to become a real man. She snapped out of her thoughts and realized she had been prodding away at her body. Quickly snatching her clothes, she dressed herself quietly. She grabbed a large t-shirt and pulled it down  from over her head, her dark blue hair becoming somewhat ruffled. Next was a pair of loose jeans. Her slender legs slid into them with ease. She grabbed her blazer and buttoned it up halfway, leaving the top half open. Pulling her hat off the rack, she placed it on her head comfortably. She gazed at the mirror with contentment. The clothes did an excellent job at concealing her dainty form; no one would know she was a woman.<br/><br/>She dashed out of the mansion and headed to the meeting spot. Her voicing teacher, edged on by Noelle's personal assistants, decided on an actual practice in a real environment. She was going to hang out with a guy and a girl, much to her displeasure. It didn't take her long to arrive at her lackadaisical destination, since it was just a few blocks down the street. A woman, roughly around the same age as her, was waving towards Noelle. She waved back politely and approached her.<br/><br/>"Hello ma'am, are you Alice by any chance?" she said in a deep tone. She was extremely nervous since she seldom spoke to other people casually.<br/><br/>"Yeah, my older sister said you wanted to hang out with me. My brother is going to be here soon, so why don't we chat for a bit?" the girl shrugged nonchalantly. The girl's laid back demeanor only served to make Noelle more tense. She began to fiddle her thumbs as her mind raced back and forth to find a topic with which to discuss.<br/><br/>"U-um, sure. So, uh, how's the weather?"<br/><br/>"Oh please, no one wants to talk about the weather like that! Let's get to the interesting stuff already! So, why is a cute boy like you taking voice lessons from my hag of a sister?"<br/><br/>"I wouldn't call her a hag. She's a really nice woman." she spoke up to defend her voicing tutor.<br/><br/>"Aha! I knew it! You two really are intimate with each other!"<br/><br/>Noelle blushed and frantically ran off. She suddenly didn't feel so well. The world around her began to spin and she found it hard to walk straight. She clumsily stumbled into the men's washroom. She opened the nearest vacant stall and puked into the toilet. She washed her face up using the sink and quickly left the washroom. She decided to postpone the practice and go home since she still felt ill. As she passed by an electronics store, a sudden feeling of euphoria bellowed throughout her body. The store blacked out and she could feel all the energy from the electronics. It fueled her, gave her strength, and it scared her. She ran back to the mansion with ease, her sudden illness had vanished as quickly as it appeared. The staff looked at her with estranged expressions as she bolted up the lavish stairs and into her room. Locking the door behind her, she stared curiously at the electric outlet. She reached her hand out, roughly a half meter away from it, and a surge of visible electricity poured into her shaking fingertips from the outlet. It didn't hurt. On the contrary, she felt amazing. She closed her extended hand into a fist and the flow of electricity was cut. She opened her other hand and concentrated for a bit. Visible sparks of electricity erupted from her hand and they began to converge into a single point, growing large. It formed a ball of lightning. She placed the lightning ball on her lamp and it suddenly exploded from the surge of electricity. The loss of energy had drained her as well. She jumped on her bed and fell into a sleep.