The face looking back at him was definitely not his. He had seen this face before but couldn't remember where exactly. Long, straight black hair framed his now feminine and really cute face and the make-up artists around him were busy making it even prettier.
The clothes he wore were definitely goth but they fit him better than they should have. The corset narrowed his waist and pushed his breasts into a perfect cleavage. Wait, breasts? He hadn't realized it in the commotion but a quick grab confirmed it. He did have actual boobs now.
Jon feared the worst for his penis and, shifting around in his chair, found that he could not feel it. He felt panic rise within him, his breathing getting faster.
He looked around and his eyes caught on a poster hanging on a nearby fence. It depicted five women in goth clothing looking seductively with the words “Velvet Roadkill - Grand Tour“ in large, stylized letters on it. One of the women looked exactly like the face he saw in the mirror. He had seen these women before. Now he remembered where.
That same picture hung in his sister Zoe's room as a poster. He'd heard that name many times before when Zoe was talking with her friends on the phone. Velvet Roadkill was her favourite goth rockband and Jon was apparently now a member.
