Jean settles down, sitting cross-legged and comfy, and starts reading the Page. It is not a process unrelated to language, but its relationship to actual language is distant at best; their mouth moves silently, but the shape of the words on their lips is no shape, has no form.

How long does it take to read one Page? If this were paper, no matter how densely written, it should have been over minutes ago. And yet Jean reads, and reads, and reads, without turning the Page over or moving their body. The Light quivers, shakes, trembles -

- shatters, into scraps and ashes, as if from a burning library -

And settles on Jean's skin. Its glow conceals them, suggests only the barest outline of them, but when it fades Jean is sitting there as one of Marrow Island's sirens, in a comfortable blue dress, flexing her claws and smiling with - well, not sharper teeth, but at least teeth that are naturally sharp rather than whatever fucking happened to Jean's usual mouth.

"Behold! I'm a girl now."

The narration would like to note here that if anything on Jean's body changed it's not currently available to the public. Evidence of girlhood here includes but is limited to:

- She's wearing a dress