Her tone is utterly disgusted. “I’ve got /wings/.” There’s a sigh. “That sounds like a good thing, right? Except, I’m a very tactile person, and, um, apparently touching the wings is, um, sexual.”
“Wow.” Lex was genuinely surprised. “That’s pretty… fucked up. I mean, how can that be sexual… I don’t get that. They’re your wings, or do you mean if someone else touches them?” She looked at Summer in a puzzled way. “And how long do you have to stay that way?”
“It’s if someone else touches them. Half the time I can’t even … there’s this whole entirely new set of muscles and if I twitch wrong or something, here’s this whole piece of my body doing something strange. But basically, I can’t be hugged by people anymore, I can’t … my clothes don’t fit right — bloody hell, I’m whining about it.” She hung her head. “I am sorry. You don’t deserve to have to hear all about my problems.”