Going down the stairs, Jon was beginning to get annoyed of the constant rustling the delicate fabric of the dress made everytime he moved in the deathly silence of the house, constantly reminding him of his predicament (and one he had wished himself into). The cold floor under his bare feet didn't help soothing his nerves, either.
Once down there, he walked into the kitchen to witness one of the most bizarre sights he could ever thought. The kitchen was much larger and had a big table in the middle. The table was filled with diferent types of food and fruits and among them, instead of glasses, were some recipients in form of penises. Also, on one side were some sort of sinks shaped like the bottom half of a man and in the furthest corner, something the looked like a milking machine.
"This is... disgusting..." muttered Jon under his breath. He went straight past the table, and headed to the cupboards.
"There must be regular glasses somewhere..." thought Jon, looking carefully. Finally, he found a jar with a undefined shape, and he didn't want to think much about it either. Going up the stairs holding the jar in his well manicured hands, he went were his shoes were glued to the floor, finding the place spotless and his shoes nowhere to be found.
"Just great..." and then he put the jar on a near table. It sorta looked like a strange shoe, the heel curving and acting as the handle. He moved away that image and went back to the door of his parent's room. Holding the skirt and the petticoats up so he could see, Jon observed his feet. At least this time he was almost sure where the house would try to "attack" him, but that didn't comfort him.
Opening the door slowly, he took a fast glimpse of the interior. To his surprise, it looked fairly normal compared with the house standards. With a hint of hope, he quickly moved to the drawer his father had his clothes and opened the first one carefully, only to be greeted with a explosion of different pink tones in the form of a wide range of garments. He opened the second and third drawers without any hope.
"Seems like I cannot win here..." said Jon frustrated, and took something from them and threw it across the room, landing with a loud "thud" on the other side. Jon got up and looked around the room, when the sound of some steps behind startled him. He turned around looking for the source of the sound, but there was no one there. Gulping, he began to step back when he saw something move on the corner of his eye, quickly moving under the bed. Just after Jon began his race for the door, something long and white darted out from under the bed, quickly wraping itself on one on his feet. With a strong yank, Jon fell with his face down onto the floor and felt himself being pulled under the bed. No matter how hard he tried, the monster easily dragged Jon to his nest, who was trying to kick whatever was under that bed. After some struggle, he managed to hit something hard with his free foot and everything stopped.
Panting, he slowly got out, crawling on the floor and feeling his legs different. He could not see what it was because the dress blocked his vision, but there was something definitely wrong. Once completely out, he turned and sat on his bottom, expecting the worst: on his feet were a pair of high heeled mary-janes and his legs where now encased in a pair of long white socks, ending just over his knees. Just to add to his humiliation, when he unsuccessfully tried to take them off, a choir of giggles erupted from the drawer he took whatever he threw across the room.
Jon got up and tried to take some steps, mincing on his way to the door, as the corridor seemed the only place safe for the moment. Jon was regretting more and more ever making that wish each time a transformation happened, and was tempted to say "stop" and end all of it, even if only was for less than 48...
"Hello?"
Jon instantly stopped his train of thought when he heard the voice. Surprised, he lost his balance and stumbled, almost falling on the floor.
"Is someone there?"
Jon was pretty sure that, attired the way he was, it was quite a sight, so he rejected the idea of hiding, all that pink was visible from miles even in the dimly lit corridor. He just stopped and stood up in the middle, waiting for whoever was calling. The voice was coming from the stairs and it looked like it was getting closer. Just as the stranger reached the top of the stairs, Jon let out a surprised gasp. There, in the end of the stairs, was Karyn!
"K-Karyn?" asked Jon, shocked of seeing his friend there.
"Jon?" she answered, turning around. "What ha..." began, and her voice trailed off at the sight of her friend. After some seconds of silence, she burst out laughing.
Jon face turned a deep red, and looked at his side, ashamed of being seeing like that by Karyn.
"And now you are blushing? That way your face matches your nails!" laughed Karyn, seeing her friend reaction.
"I... I-It's not what it looks like..." muttered Jon. Karyn stopped suddenly.
"You mean... you didn't wished for this?" asked Karyn.
"No..." Jon shook his head in negation and Karyn blused.
"Erhm... I'm sorry... I-I thought... your wish backfired or something like that..." Karyn tried to apologize, and got closer to him "What happened?"
"I don't know" lied Jon, "It's the house! It's slowly transforming and torturing me! We need to get out of here before it takes you too!" exclaimed Jon.
"Don't worry, we'll get out" said Karyn, hugging Jon and comforting him.
"Thanks, Karyn..." mutted Jon.
"By the way, are you sure you didn't wished this up?" asked Karyn, still embracing Jon.
"W-What do you mean? Of course I didn't..." began Jon, but Karyn cut him.
"So you are telling me you didn't wished for a haunted house to torture you?" and, with a loud "CLICK" Jon felt something cold around his neck.
Pushing Karyn away and getting off from her embrace, he darted his manicured hands to his neck, finding, horrorized, a thick steel collar around it. Feeling with his hands, he couldn't find any seam on it, like it was made out of a single piece. In front, a big tag in the shape of a heart said "Little Princess".
Karyn began to laugh maniatically.
"WHY? WHY DID YOU..." began Jon, and then he realized. He was so scared and embarrassed of finding someone that he didn't remember his own failsafes.
"Just doing what you asked, princess... now, sleep" commanded "Karyn" and she dissolved on a cloud of black smoke.
Jon suddenly felt quite exhausted, and everything went black.
