...Or, the importance of not tripping
Hello again, one and all! Now we return to the East Coast of the United States. It may have been a week, but the world has not sat idle, which has included two individuals moving from a cafe for the first time in several months, with another girl in tow with them, and they had vanished into a house which had left the Office of Revenue and Customs confused over the number of people who officially resided there. The property was registered (or, rather, half of it) in the name of a James Thomas Hook, but many people had been seen going in there and residing there who did not match his description. Quite what the landlord thought was anybody's guess, but then again this is Jimmy we are talking about. Nothing makes sense, does it?
So, anyhow, Jimmy was in his home, having succesfully returned from being somebody else. And being with two other instances of himself. And hosting a fun party, at absolutely no cost to the American taxpayer. Jimmy was, indeed, Jimmy, and the Hook that would normally be attached to his name was not here today as he would still be Jimmy without his surname glued on like a piece of wood. That metaphor sounds weird. At this moment, in this time of day, he was currently readying himself for the release of the Sonic the Hedgehog movie, which was only four or so days away at time of writing (February 14th, apparently), and had plowed his way through most animated Sonic media in preparation. (Thus he called it: "Road to the Sonic the Hedgehog movie marathon") But you didn't come here to hear about all that, did you? Jimmy decided, of all the hours of the day, that now would be a good time of day to head out and go and do stuff. And maybe getting a cold drink, in February, when it was cold outside and snow and rain and hail and sleet all seemed to coexist at once, would be a good time in which to do such things and ensure that time-
Sorry, that sentence makes no sense. I'll try again.
Jimmy decided, of all the hours of the day, that now would be a good time of day to head out and go and do stuff. And maybe getting a cold drink, in February, when it was cold outside and snow and rain and hail and sleet all seemed to coexist at once, would be a sensible use of his time. Cause who needs coffee or tea in the freezing cold? Whimps, that's who! Not to mention most American coffee is very weak, anyways.
Jimmy bounced out of his seat and went through the window. With luck, he landed on the ground, his very being not deciding to metamorphose into a pegasus and fly away, nor did gravity decide to invert. He was also lucky that day: on Mondays, the local maintenance department removed all the paving stones and replaced them with whipped cream, and he got a smooth landing indeed. He landed once more upon the ground, having bounced upon it in the meantime, and then went forth to head into town, which, this being a very small town, would not take him a very long time. Jimmy continued his stroll, mercifully aware of all that was going on as the town was oddly quiet. He hadn't known it this quiet since the hell night of October 31st, when the entirety of Manteo had burned in flames and horror. He shook off his recollection of the horrid image, and continued on his way to a local establishment where food and drink was served (shopping day was tomorrow, so he had plenty of time, and he was low on supplies anyways, without slippery cheese to contend with as he had in the past).
He gently pushed open the door of that fair little establishment, and closed it behind him to stop the wind from blowing in and making everybody cold. He took a seat at one of the tables, and removed his coat whilst he did so, placing the coat upon the back of the chair, and then sitting back and relaxing.
It was then it happened. A fellow customer was walking past with a tray, and a child chose the worst possible moment to stick their foot out. The customer's foot was caught, and a can of soda flew through the air. In an act of incredible conveniance to the plot, the can burst open upon impact with the table, and as the roll had caused it to burst open and shake, the man at the table (Jimmy) was sprayed with incredible amounts of the stuff.
"Yuck!" he exclaimed. That was not how he'd hoped to start his day, as it was all over him. He was wet, wet, wet. And the liquid seemed to conduct electricity, as it usually is known to do, as the liquid shocked him, yet did not throw him back.
Sure enough, the inevitable climax of this sort of tale got underway. His usually fine and well prepared shoes became a pair of boots, which had grey bases, upper white plate, a green body with a white frontpiece, in front of which a pair of brown laces sat, and a grey upper covering to prevent them rubbing against his legs. His socks had not changed, so the rubber was needed.
Then, his pants shrank up his legs, becoming shorts for a short time. (Get it? XD) They stopped partway down his upper thighs, and then the legs merged together, alongside the zip and button vanishing, to become a green patchwork skirt with seemed to have a certain volume to it. A black belt with a silver buckle attached itself around the top portion of the skirt. His polo shirt shifted to become a pink T-Shirt with a symbol of two cherries set within a white circle, and a grey waistcoat on top of that. His ears also had piercings in them (good thing the Thing wasn't there). He also gained a pair of gloves on his hands, but like a past encounter he had with these type of gloves before, they were fingerless. They too were the same color as the waistcoat.
His hair was reduced from it's normal brown to a mess of lime green colors and short strands, reducing in length for once. His eyes were rendered orange from blue and his skin a light yellow. He also had oddly purple lips, for some reason, and no longer needed eyepieces to see. So just for that, he took off his glasses seeing as he could see clearly now as his face started to take on the appearance to that of Cherry Crash. He also gained breasts, and narrower shoulders, as well as shrinking in height to the proportions of a teen girl. This was complemented by his manhood vanishing, and widened hips, as well as the shortened limbs mentioned earlier. Her clothes then miraculously dried themselves out.
"May I take your order, ma'am?" asked the waiter.
"Sure thing," Cherry Crash replied, having no recollection of what had just happened.
Author's Note
Another Monday, Another Transformation Story starring yours truly as always. X3 (-happy sigh- I love my lifestyle. <3 
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Shout Out goes to Misty Rose for guessing correctly in a conversation with me of the scene that Cherry Crash appears in along with the only line for her in Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks. Here's the scene below btw ^^
Line that she said was: "Ha! You wish!"
Mystery Mint looks so relaxed next to her though. X3
Next time: An incident with a food.
RQOTD: Thoughts on Cherry Crash's design? :3 
