The club soon sprang to life, with its darkly dressed denizens moshing and grinding to all manner of death metal. A few hours into the rave Jon parted from the mob, finding his was back to where Jay sat.
The cybergoth had changed further in his time in the club, though neither he nor Jon noticed. His bright blue hair now sported streaks of violet and florescent green, and now reached down to his shapely behind. His features had shrank a bit, becoming petite to match his newly feminine facial features.
"Where's Linda?" Jon shouted over the blare of the music. Jay only shrugged, and Jon decided it wasn't worth the effort. He made his way through to the balcony where Lucy was observing the party, and gave the owner a small wave of greeting.
Lucy smiled at the younger goth, her recently acquired height making her a half foot taller than Jon. Her hair had further darkened to a chestnut color, and had curled into long ringlets framing her pale face. Her girlish figure had matured somewhat, though she was still a ways off from Agatha's womanly curves. "You enjoying the party?" she asked, her voice now midway between her previous squeak and her intended husky tones.
"It's even better than usual," Jon replied with a grin. This was so much better than the mass of fucking sheep he was used to. Everyone here was an individual, gathering here as a bastion of nonconformity against the rabble outside.
"Glad to hear it," the owner replied, "Oh hey, you mentioned to let you know if anything interesting was going on." She pulled out three tickets, holding them out to Jon. "Three tickets to Blacktongue's midnight concert tonight."
Jon couldn't believe it for a moment. Blacktongue was the hottest local band on the goth scene, well at least as hot as a band can be before it sells out. He had been trying to get tickets for weeks now, but to no avail. "Thanks," he said, graciously taking the tickets.
"No problem. Confiscated them from a scalper trying to hawk them at the main entrance," Lucy explained with a sly smile.
Jon thanked Lucy again, then headed back towards her table. A sudden move in his bowels made him change course, however, and clopped into the nearby restroom to relieve himself. He stepped into a black stall, pulling down his black miniskirt and black panties. He sat down on the toilet, not noticing as the last as his scrotum sucked into his body. A moment of queasiness overcame Jon as his insides rearranged themselves to accommodate his new ovaries and womb, and finally his new equipment was complete.
After she had finished her business, Joni stepped out of the bathroom stall, stopping by the bathroom mirror to touch up her dark makeup. Satisfied, Joni turned and exited the bathroom to tell her friends the good news.
