Jon could scarcely believe how far he had come. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he could see only vestiges of his former male self. His clothing and make-up made him look further along than he really was, but he knew that it was only a matter of time until he was every bit as female as he looked...and then some. And then that boy Jon, that boring, cookie-cutter teenage male would be nothing more than a memory, replaced by...Jon wasn't really quite sure what, but he was eager to find out.
And the thought of his old self being annihilated delighted him. He no longer tried to deny this basic fact to himself. There was, essentially, no longer any little male voice in his head trying to resist the inevitable; mentally, his metamorphosis into a girl (and a gothic one at that) was, for all intents and purposes already complete. He liked the power that came with it; the confidence, charging through him like dark lightning. He had already resolved that he wouldn't change himself back; a true goth was never indecisive. In fact, he now debated with himself whether he might just want to use the stone to hurry the process along. He decided against it though; he wanted to savour it, pain and all. Rejoice in every victory his femininity won against his old self.
"What's next?" he asked his sister, now plainly addicted to the changes that were taking place.
"I...hadn't thought that far ahead, honestly." Zoe replied sheepishly.
"Wonderful," Jon said with a roll of his eyes.
"Now, now. Snarkiness is unladylike," she said, making Jon laugh slightly. "Why don't we try feeding your gothic sensibilities?"
"Like...how?" Jon asked.
"How about some movies."
"Why not?"
And this is what they did. Zoe specifically selected the movies from her collection to fit with Jon's gothic sensibilities; they watched Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, Interview With A Vampire and several episodes of Invader Zim. Jon was surprised to discover, that even though he had seen all of these things before, his new personality reacted to them much more strongly. He found himself crying at the end of Corpse Bride, and musing, unvoluntarily, on Lestat's sexiness while watching Interview.
They had just started reading poetry by Edgar Alan Poe when there came a knock at Zoe's bedroom door...
