Zoe stared at herself in the mirror for about an hour. Somehow she turned herself into a blonde-cheerleader-type. She cringed thinking about how she might be popular with the boys now, and how she longed to be her old goth/punk self...but she knew she couldn't. If she dressed weird, someone might think she wasn't human...she sighed. She also began to think how her sister was taking it...wait a second, she didn't have a sister, she had a brother...but faires can't have brothers...oh crap, JON!
Jon felt disoriented. Something was wrong, but she couldn't quite place it. She looked at her reflection in a locker and saw a girl with shoulder length brown hair, a white top, plaid skirt and knee socks. Somehow this didn't seem odd. Jon couldn't shake the odd feeling...
