As Zoe began to feel strange, she glanced down at the new name tag. It said Eric. She didn't know who Eric was, but the person who ran off with her name tag was definitely not a boy. It was a little girl, who must have stolen more than her nametag. Perhaps she thought it would be funny to randomly switch people?
Zoe wasn't laughing.
As her gothic clothes began to change, she watched the little girl who stole her name tag. She ran to a clear area and pulled her own nametag off, sticking Zoe's on.
Zoe stumbled, her boots suddenly going flat,then shrinking down to sneakers, which began to grow much larger than Zoe's relatively small feet. She righted herself and kept going, while focusing on the little girl, who began to age, blossoming into a sexy fourteen year old girl whose body was tightly crammed into something that would have fit right into Zoe's closet.
A wicked look appeared on the kid turned goth teen's face. Zoe began to get aroused, finding the newly turned girl sexy and...intimidating. A wave of new emotions overcame Zoe, nervousness, shyness.
Zoe looked down. She was still a teenager...but...she felt an unfamiliar discomfort in her...his pants. He'd been turned into a boy...worse, a painfully shy and awkward one.
The goth girl moved closer, and leaned in and kissed Zoe on the mouth suddenly. After a long moment, she smiled, still holding her old tag. "I'll see you around," she said, walking off, leaving Zoe speechless.
Apparently, the change hadn't made her less of a troublemaker. Zoe, however, was too afraid to go after her. He needed to find a security guard or someone to help.
