Well, the bits with the talking mushroom was an absolute roller coaster in such a degree poor Johnette was a little motion sickness. Up and downs. Only so much could be taken honestly. Though, he would manage. He had to. He was a survivor after all. Until he wasn't and he was dead.
At least being an attractive woman wasn't being dead. Silver linings.
The softness in Kitty's voice while she made sure he, she, whatever John or Johnette was now, was fine. That was the worst part. Taking the hand he was hoisted back up and that was much better, and he lost six inches. There were so many things he was about to learn about being a woman, that he only heard the complaints about. He was going to that full perspective, that was for sure.
The Toadstool shook his head though. "No. I don't think so. I know Mario gets different things too, but they also only last so long. We Toadstools don't get those power ups often, and I never have." He frowned and approached cautiously. "I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted to happen, Johnette." Nas commented casually which caused John to look down.
Too defeated from the sudden stress of the situation, she just patted the top of the mushroom hat. "It's fine. It's not your fault."