Jen held her natural appearance even if it felt… wrong. She had already been told to lay off with the morphing for as long as they were in the cube twice and she wasn’t about to be told of a third time. Problem was… it was hard not to. Standing there in the waiting room didn't did things any better for her. She begun to pace the room, back and forth as if she was a captured animal that was looking for a way to get out.