Effie was unsteady when she got out of the taxi cab and knocked on Lola's door. She looked taller, thinner, with higher cheek bones and wider eyes, her skin as pale as her foundation often made it, though she was wearing no make up today.
She felt weak and lightheaded and not at all like herself, and she was, at her core, frightened by it.
She tapped on Lola's door, resting against the door frame with an expression of nervousness, worried about what Lola would make of her in her new, inhuman state.