Jon sat, hugging his tummy, grumbling in the back of the class. He wasn't really sure if he should be annoyed at Karyn or not. On the one hand she'd been remarkably insensitive about his perdicament, and her teasing had been unrelenting. 'Sailor Venus' Jon's cheeks flushed at the thought, though it couldn't be seen under the thick layer of powder on his cheeks. Had he teased her that much over her bust boosting mis-wish? 'No', he concluded after a moment of consideration. In fact, he'd even tried to figure out how to fix it. He scowled, increasingly filled with the justification he needed to be annoyed at Karyn. She could have at least shown some sympathy before laying into him, Jon pouted. And what about Zoe? He just wanted to have a bit of fun with her, and she does this to him! 'Dammit!' Jon hissed to himself, as he shook his feathery hair in annoyance. Her 'revenge' was totally disproportionate from what he was doing. He was sure of it. He simmered for a long moment, divided between storming out of class to confront Zoe, and storming out of class to get the wishing stone from home for some well deserved revenge. He compromised between the two options by scowling and sinking deeper into his school desk.
He felt tiny inside the metal framework. The desk was high enough to make him feel like a kid at the grownups table. And the seat, framed in by the metal pole connecting the desk and chair, felt far more spacious than he was used to. The metal was currently draped in a black hoodie, that he'd gratefully found in his locker, and while it felt great to snuggle, and was perfectly baggy to hide his new body, it was also way too frickan hot for a hoodie right now. Instead it acted as a shadowy partition between him and the person on his right. He thought about sitting on the sweater for the third time since class begun. His slender frame left his bony butt hard and itchy against the unyielding seat. It was an ironic contrast from his male body, which at least had some muscly cushion. He always expected women's bodies to have more cushion, but this body, while soft to touch, was all skin and bone. He paused and held up his arm, then begrudgingly acknowledged that Karyn was right. He was extremely thin. He'd already found out the hard way in the hall between classes. Where previously he could push his way through some of the more crowded spaces, now he felt like a metal bearing being bounced around pinball bumpers. Between his diminished height and skinny frame, Jon would be surprised if he weighed more than 100lbs.
He took out his phone, and flipped on the camera to examine himself. With his slender body, floofy hair, and billowing eye shadow, he felt he had the features of an earnest anime character. His head almost looked too large for his...
"MINA MADISON" Jon gasped, nearly dropped his phone, and looked up. Half the class was snickering and glancing back at him while Mrs. Becket, the Algebra 1A teacher bore into him with an expression alone. "Put the phone away." she snapped. Flushing with indignation he stuffed it back in his messenger backpack and crossed his arms tightly again. He couldn't meet the teachers gaze, though insisted he was ignoring her, rather than cowed by her. He didn't need this class anyway. Yesterday he was in Pre Calculus, and math always came naturally to him. He was sure he'd have no issue making sense of the symbols on the white board in his own time... Assuming he wasn't swapped back by tomorrow. His bruised ego soothed, he paused for a moment of reflection.
"My mind is so busy..." He stated with realization. Usually things were the exact opposite. His brain was utterly empty, or else, consumed with the seconds that ticked on, each longer than the last in the purgatory of schoo. Sure, he might daydream, or puzzle over something in particular, but when he sat down entropy had its way on his mind. Today, however, he hadn't been able to turn his brain off. It was one long stream of consciousness since the moment of the change.
He picked at one of his nails as he thought, wondering if this was because he was a girl, or a goth, or just because he was hyped up on anxiety from the mornings events. He really did want to get back to the stone as quickly as possible.
A chip of black paint came off of his nail, and after a brief flash of annoyance, he found himself musing a different style. He'd let the paint chip and crack around the edges, then dress in a more punkish style for a week before he decided on a new color to repaint his nails with. (probably another black)
His thoughts turned back to the stone. He wasn't sure what he'd wanted, when he made the wish for the magical bets between he and his sister. Maybe, in a sense, this is what he wanted. New experiences. New adventures. New opportunities. And all things considered, he was pretty cute. Part of him wondered what a lesbian make out session would be like, but he doubted Karyn would be up for the task, and while he reflected on Athena's glamor shot, the thought faded from his mind fairly quickly.
The AC to the aging school finally chugged on, and he pinched his legs together as the chill washed over him. Feeling as though a wraith had passed over his grave, he slipped into his hoodie.
But how to capitalize on being a goth girl? How to enjoy it? The brief adventuresome spirit flared up within him before immediately being quenched in the darkness of his heart. Yet, within that cold flame that still trembled, a thought passed his mind. It was a meme, an internet joke, both iconic, and comedic. He could always be the goth GF...
He bit his bottom lip, and a flash of Blair's photo from his phone interrupted his thoughts.
He crossed his ankles and shook his head. "Fuck. No way. Absolutely not. That's absurd."
Yet even as he hugged himself in the now toasty hoodie, the flutter of adventure had become a flame, and this flame was not quenched.
