Danielle noticed it in the mirror after her first try between a girl's thighs.

It was just a flicker. Her eyes had always been brown, but for a split second, one gleamed emerald.

She dismissed it. Post-orgasm trick of the light. Then it happened again. And again. Sex, reflection, flash.

Then, after one especially good night, her reflection didn’t blink when she did. It smirked instead.

"You’re finally looking," it whispered.

Pain lanced her mind, vision darkening.

When she woke, the world buzzed with unseen energy.

She turned to the mirror.

Both eyes were green.

Something inside her laughed.