In the hallway off the living room hung a fairly recent family photo, but now it was different. Actually, Jon and his father looked exactly the same -- it was his mother and sister that had changed. They'd seemingly undergone a transformation like that of Karyn's. Their faces looked similar, albeit covered with a copious amount of makeup and a fair amount of piercings -- Zoe even had a barbell through her left eyebrow. Jon's mother's hair, formerly an understated auburn color, was now a bright orange that didn't look at all natural, and it was teased up high. Zoe's hair, instead of being dyed black, was now dyed platinum blonde with dark roots obviously showing, and was done up in two pigtails. She wore a black corset that laced up the front, showing off cleavage that was substantially bigger than Jon remembered, and his mother was wearing an abbreviated green long-sleeved halter top that also showed off a generous amount of cleavage. They both wore chokers that spelled their names out in silver letters: "ZOE" and "MARY."
Karyn looked at Jon with terror in her eyes, as best he could make out through the thick eyeliner and elongated, dark eyelashes. "That fucking Eminem -- 'there's a million of us.' You think the one million women closest to the karaoke machine all fucking changed so they look like total sluts now?"
"Maybe," said Jon. "Or maybe only all women within the range of the rock. Or maybe that 'million' is a metaphor and all women changed."
"Fuck that metaphor shit," Karyn retorted. "I'm fucking horny."
