Mikey pocketed the wishing stone and rushed outside to see Jon and his friends.Jon now appeared to be very much like a more attractive version of his former sister Zoe, who according to the stone was now some sort of popular jerk. Along with Jon, or rather Joni as the stone informed him she was called now, was a young woman Mikey barely recognized as his mother, and a shortish, busty girl with long dyed hair he didn't recognize but according to the stone used to be some geek at Jon's school. Along with the three fully acclimated Goths were the two latest victims of his wish, a pair of mismatched young men dressed as twins.
Mikey couldn't contain a laugh at the motley group, which drew the attention of Joni. "What the fuck are you laughing at?" she said in a voice so like Zoe's it only made Mikey laugh harder. She rolled her heavily made up eyes, and piled into the car with the rest of the group.
Meanwhile, Clair had finally reached her destination, entering the Madison household by the back door and clamoring upstairs. She entered a nearby bedroom, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a red t shirt.
Mikey abruptly stopped laughing, his amusement forgotten as he marched out into the city. Meanwhile, Clair Madison was now wondering where her wishing stone was, not realizing it was still in her predecessor's pocket.
Benny was at a local restaurant, nibbling away at a light salad. By now his legs had become long, shapely, and hairless, though the rest of him still appeared to be a skinny young man of about twenty two.
His thoughts squarely focused on the various activities left to do before his husband got home, Benny paid no heed as an obese girl named Gladys Brewer from his daughter's class rose from her rather excessive meal and set out, a hunk of chicken still hanging out of her mouth.
Back at the Brewer Residence, Vanessa Brewer stared with dissatisfaction at her reflection, her mind already working itself into a shame spiral. After thoroughly convincing herself to be a hopeless, pathetic slob, Vanessa waddled bleary eyed towards the kitchen, preparing to drown her sorrows in grease and corn syrup.
Jayne pulled her car into the school parking lot, and the five Goths piled out to begin the tour of the campus. By now the twin's height had leveled off, about two inches taller than Linda and Joni. Their hair was now almost completely black, and had begun twisting into ringlets like their cousin's. Their skin was beginning to pale, in particular Chris', who was making up for the difference just as Biff's hair had.
"So here's our personal hell," Joni announced, casting her arms around as they walked through the central courtyard. "The school's closed obviously, but if you two really want to see some place Jayne should be able to pick the lock."
The two glanced at each other, then turned back to Joni. "Is there anyone here like the five of us?" Biff asked.
"Not really," she replied, "Pretty much everyone else in the entire school are just fucking sheep."
"That's most disappointing," Chris remarked. He looked at his twin again. "We would like to see the library," they announced in unison.
"Alright, it's right over here," Joni said, pointing towards a squat building on the far side of campus, "Though I must warn you they don't have nearly enough Poe."
Mikey arrived at bright new house in the suburbs, not far from the Sanders' house. He felt nothing more than the faint feeling of irony that had lingered his entire journey as he entered the house, making his way to the room of Nicole Lisle.
Nicole was a girl in Joni's grade, who moved here from France last summer and was quickly assimilated into Tiffany's entourage. She paid Mikey no mind as he walked over to her wardrobe, chatting away with her aunt in Nice in her native tongue.
Mikey stripped out of his current clothes, throwing them, and the wishing stone, under Nicole's bed. He then preceded to pull out and put on a set of pink undergarments, and pulled on a bright tube top and and pair of tight jeans over it. He stepped over to the vanity and applied his make up, put on a pair of open toed six inch heels. He then picked up the phone, which Nicole had dropped a moment before when she suddenly left the room, and resumed the conversation with his aunt in perfect French. If Mikey Lisle's aunt noticed anything different about his voice, she certainly didn't comment.
