The more people started to arrive, the less comfortable Jenny got. Which was a strange feeling to her, since just a few days ago, she loved being around people. All of these people looked so... Normal. With every creak of the door she hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone who was more deformed than her would enter. It was a horrible thing to think, and she was well aware of how shallow it made her. But the idea that out of everybody here, she was the biggest freak... It didn't sit well with her. Not after a lifetime of pretty much being the prettiest girl around. Not that her ego was so inflated, but this was simply how it was. Perhaps this was karma? Then again, she never abused her "gift" and tried to act as humbled as possible.<br/><br/>She blushed furiously at the scrawny girl's comment about fashion sense. She hated this coat, it was ugly and stifling hot. But it was the only piece of clothing they had at home that was big enough to hide everything. The bulge squirmed some more as Jenny became more and more uncomfortable. She picked at her coat, bowing her head in shame. All the bubbly cheer had drained out of her.<br/><br/>She waved her hand in front of her face as the smoking woman entered, she never did liked smokers. Looking her over, she couldn't help but frown. The woman looked exactly like the type of girl she had always tried her best not to associate with. Nothing but trouble could come from people like that. Which proved to be true as she disregarded the order to stay here and wait, instead marching off to what looked like a kitchen.<b>"How rude."</b>Jenny mumbled, following the woman with her eyes.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped right back at the group, as the girl on the table asked the question that was on everybody's mind. What can you do? So everybody did have something going on with them. Suddenly she found her heart in her throat, and the coat got even warmer, causing her to break out a sweat. Oh god, could she go through with this? Thankfully, someone else decided to start of this odd show and tell presentation.<br/><br/><b>"Control sound? You mean like create sound effects, or something like that?"</b>She asked, not quite understanding what that entailed. It suddenly dawned on her that she didn't actually have a power, just a mutation, as the doctors had called it. Did that mean that all the other people here actually did have a proper power?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>