The red-head entered Marin's sight as he(?) told off the class bully. He'd(?) been transformed, just like Marin had the day before.

"Nathan, what happened?" The fiery-haired female's best friend, Marc, asked.
She turned a deep crimson.
"W-well I was w-walking to school, an' I got shot in the stomach..."
Nathan caught a concerned look from Marin, and quickly added, "I'm okay n-now. And considering what happened, my name is Nathalie now."
Nathalie's orange bangs covered her left eye. The left side of her hair curled to an fuzzy point.

Her greenish-blue eye was glowing with courage and determination, and her pale face was covered in freckles.
It seemed that Nathalie had picked up some new clothes too.

A small beret decorated her fiery hair, and a turquoise skirt fell across her black leggings. She wore a leather shrug jacket, which partially covered her white tank top with diagonal turquoise stripes.
Orange pencil earring dangled from her ears.
She held her black sketchbook in one hand, and a strap of her black backpack in the other.

Meanwhile all Marin had gone through the simple change of underwear, bigger clothes, and what looked like a messy haircut.

"Are you feelin okay?" Marc asked his friend sweetly.
The pale girl nodded.
"I'm glad you're okay." Marin said, a little embarrassed, "When I was hit, I passed out."
Nathalie giggled innocently.
Marin turned a deep shade of red.
The red-headed girl covered her mouth with her hands, saying sorry repeatedly.
Marin rested his hand on her back, and said.
"It's a-all right... I was just surprised, that's all."

The turquoise eyes of the girl escaped the shade of her fiery bangs.
"Is it though?" She asked.
Before the raven-haired boy could respond, a certain mayor's daughter piped in.

"EXCUUUUUUUSE ME!"
The threesome turned to the brat.
"How dare you tell MEEEE to, 'fuck off'! Such slander is unheard of! I'm calling my daddy!"
She raised the diamond-encased phone to her ear.

With impeccable timing, Mrs.Busteir took the phone away and informed the brat of their 'no cellphone policy'.
Chloé pouted, and Saren attempted to calm the raging she-demon.
Once more the muscular male pulled her into a kiss, but this time to comfort the blonde.

Marc stuck out his tongue in disgust, and his comrades chuckled.
Alya pounced on Marin, saying BOO in a loud voice. The male jumped with a small shriek. He saw his orange-haired friend and pushed her off good-naturedly, and loudly moaned, "ALLLLLYYYYYAAAA..."
She chuckled mischievously.

She stood in front of him.

"Since WHEN are you taller than me?" She laughed.
Marin shrugged. He had to look down a little to see Alya's pouting face.
Alya turned to Nathalie, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"And since WHEN are you shorter than me?"
The red-head chuckled, saying, "Since this morning!"

The tan girl patted the red hair atop Nathalie's head.
Alya looked like she'd just realized something.
Alya gave a wide smile.

"I need.."

She grabbed Marin's pale wrist.

"A little..."

She clenched Nathalie's arm.

"Interview."