Trevor sneered as he surveyed the room. It was a typical stereotypical cheerleader's room - walls painted pink, frilly bed sheets and a large vanity table groaning under a pile of makeup. It made his skin crawl just being in there. He glanced around, looking for clues on what was happening here, but nothing leapt out at him, but he did find himself strangely drawn to the hot pink phone resting on the table. Without thinking he reached out for it and started flicking through the photos. To his shock, they were mostly of him. Or rather of someone who looked uncannily like him, but dressed as a teenage girl. And even creepier, a lot of the selfies had other guys dressed the same, and even a few had some girls dressed as guys - the weirdest being the ones where 'girl him' seemed to be...close...with some girl dressed like a football player like that jerk Biff.
Mockingly, he pulled a few poses in the mirror, copying the selfies.
"Nah that's not right," he sneered, putting the phone down and grabbing a pot of pink nail polish. Being a goth, he had some familiarity with applying makeup, so it wasn't too long before he'd applied it all, nail polish, lipstick and eye shadow. He reached for the phone, but hesitated - it still wasn't quite right.
Crossing to the bed, he pulled out a pair of pyjamas and quickly undressed so he could pull them on, enjoying the feeling of the silk against his skin. Grinning, he ran his hand over his ass and snatched up the phone, quickly snapping a pic. He opened it up and froze, seeing his new look for the first time; with the make-up and the metallic pink pyjamas, he now looked exactly like the guy in the phone's pics.
"Fuck," he swore.
