So this was it...a guest in his own house.
He sat on the bed and rested. Suddenly, he heard a beeping noise and doubled over in pain. In a surprisingly rapid fashion, Jon's hair grew long and dark, the rest of his hair vanished, and...before long a dark-haired female was standing there.
She laughed, the transformation giving her a rush. She knew exactly who she was. The information had been given to her, but not Jon...at least not yet. They'd pulled a Jekyll and Hyde on him. He'd have to live with her, a female Goth hellraising split personality with all his memories up until the split...maybe a little evil, and who hated his guts, one who had been created with a donation from his...well, their kid sister, Zoe.
"Sucks for him," the new girl said, grinning wickedly. She needed some clothes. Not only did they not fit her, they were boring as hell.
She went to raid Zoe's closet, picturing how Jon would look when he returned, whenever that might be, wearing her clothes.
