Not Ordinary

Heather was going to be late.

"Okay," she whispered, meeting my eyes.

"Let me talk to the instructors, and when I have an answer, I'll let you know quickly." An ache filled me at the pain and anguish she must be going through.

"Can't you use magic to change my body into a girl?" She sounded desperate, placing her hand over mine.

"There is a magic that can make you look different. They are called glamours. But the spell is only temporary. They can't help you long term." In my own studies, I came across a story or two of supernaturals changing their form. I would look into the possibility, but I didn't want to get her hopes up. "Get to class, and when I have information, I'll let you know," I said, handing her the note.

She picked up her backpack and wiped her face as she stood. It was a mess. "Thank you, Miss Croswell."

"Sure," I said, standing too. "And one more thing?"

Heather looked at me, hopeful.

"Your makeup. Want me to fix it?"

She sighed. "Yes, please." She swallowed. "May