Jon looked around the strange gothic bedroom and then down at himself. He had no idea how it could happen, but he had become a girl. And not only that, but also a Goth girl. His memory told him that he was a teenage boy named Jon (who wasn't gothic in the slightest) and he had an older brother named Nick, a younger brother named Clark, and his mother's name was Tiffany.
But then he remembered the wishing stone. Of course, the wishing stone! He probably accidentally wished ... but that couldn't be right. If he made a wish, how come he couldn't remember it? Maybe someone else made a wish that caused him to change into this girl. But that didn't make any sense either. Unless he heard the wish made. But he couldn't remember if he had or not. Something really weird was definitely happening.
"What the fuck happened to me?" Clair asked, looking down at herself. She now remembered that she was a Goth girl named Clair, but she couldn't remember who her family and friends were. As hard as she tried to remember, it all came up as a blank spot in her mind. She didn't know how it was possible, but her body was completely different. Instead of the beautifully gothic female look she remembered, she now had the look of a young boy. And apparently the voice of one too.
"Where the hell am I?" Tiffany asked, looking around the strange kitchen. Then she looked down at herself and nearly fainted. Her body was completely different and old. And not only that, but she was also dressed like some sort of businesswoman, wearing a blouse and pantsuit. It was all so plain and unflattering. What happened to her designer clothes and hot tops and skirts that drove all the boys wild? What happened to her body? What happened?
On the way to school, Nick and Alice suddenly became disoriented.
The minds of Nicole and the original Alice were back. And all knowledge of the wishing stone disappeared.
"What ... what happened to my body?" Nicole asked, her French accent returning as she looked down at the teenage boy's body that she now had.
"What happened to my body?" Alice asked. She couldn't remember what her last name was supposed to be, but she knew that she was supposed to be a 31-year old African American woman and a cop. And right now, she wasn't any of those things.
"What do you mean? Your body doesn't look any different to me," Nicole said.
"Do you know me?"
"Of course. You're Alice Black, right?" Nicole said.
"My name is Alice, but ... that's not my last name. At least, I don't think it is."
"Are you sure?"
"Actually, I'm not sure about a lot of things at the moment."
