"Now what should I do next..."
Jon said outloud while looking at the reflection of his new self. As he got lost in thought, his eyes started to go down the mirror. That wide grin made him look more like Elvira rather than some milf dressing up for halloween and yearning death. Those slightly longer canines gave Jon a vampire-like appearance. That raven black mane falling past his shoulders and behind his back. Those huge ivory breasts creating an imposibly ample cleavage. Those nipples lightly protuding from beneath the cloth. That waist forever obstructed by his tits and only visible in reflections. Those thighs whose roundness made them touch even when placing his feet apart. And that vagina that had been calling to the woman on the mirror, begging her to touch it. Jon wanted to familiarize himself with this body. He needed to get intimate with it. However, it would be a crime to do it there between the toilet and sink. This had to be done in his room.
As he wished for the new mirror to appear opposite to his bed, he left the bathroom into the hall he had always known. When Jon entered his room however, he was shocked to see how it had changed. His previous amber walls that were in need of a new coat of paint were replaced by a dark grey room. He now had a medium sized frame containing some taxidermy butterflies and a rhinoceros beetle. His videogame posters now were about movies only. They had gone from Halo, Final Fantasy, Street Fighter, Half-Life and Warcraft; to Death Becomes Her, Dracula, Beetlejuice, The Shining and Scream. His previous single bed was now queen sized with a thick black duvet, crimson pillows and a decorative purple pillow with a black skull on it. Next to the bed, his old plank on four sticks he called a bed side table was now an ornate nightstand with three drawers and as dark as his duvet. On top of it, his almost busted lamp became a human spine replica with an antique lap shade on top and extension cord coming from the bottom. Next to it layed his cellphone; now inside a sturdy necronomicon looking case rather than the generic piece of silicone he had it in. In the corner of the room, his discount desk he had used for several years, was now a fancy table with a drawer on each side and a mirror hanging above it; turning it into a makeshift vanity table. On it, a decorative skeleton arm had several silver rings, bracelets, necklaces, earings and assorted jewelry hanging from it. With swinging hips and bobbing breasts, Jon excitedly went straight for the new black curtains that blocked the sunlight and opened them expecting to see something else. Something creepy and fitting for his new self. However his window still showed the lawn of his neighboor Miss Halston as it had always had.
"No way! Did... did the wish only changed my room?"
With his lust now gone, he opened his door again and the same hallway he had just walked through was there. He quickly peeked into the other rooms. Mikey's was the same. So were his parents'. Zoe's room was the only that he watched in detail. Not because anything had changed, but rather, because he noticed how Zoe's style had a noticeable punk. For once, he noticed the uniqueness in each of her band posters rather than the usual spiky stains that she insisted were their names. He started to apreciate the details on her various pairs of boots, and how the laces on some of her clothing snaked around each piece in order to give a visual flow.
"Wow. I think I can now see what she sees in these. I guess we are not so different now."
Strutting back to his room, Jon noticed the changes in his bookshelf. His graphic novel of Frankenstein was now a propper copy of Mary Shellys tale. A small Edgar Allan Poe book he bought for a Literature assignment was now an ornate volume easily twice its previous size. His only Lovecraft book, simple as it could be, was now a collection of his works. He also now had books about rituals, wiccan magic, the Salem witch trials and guides on how to read hands, tarot and tea leaves amongst other odd subjects, a copy of Carmilla, notebooks covered in runes, skulls and other grim imagery and some dusty nameless tomes.
Next, he opened his closet and his eyes were assaulted by a wardrobe that looked like it was entirely picked by Zoe. While quickly passing hanger after hanger; fishnet, latex, silk, lace, leather, and black were the constants in there. He was able to see a noticeable amount of white and traces of red, purple, some emerald green, a deep saphire blue and a saturated orange. Below the clothes, where he had his dress shoes and two pairs of sneakers, now was a pile of what appeared to be only high heels. His drawers had increased in size and now were plagued with corsets, lingerie, straps, and silver studs.
"Holy Shit! This is really nailing the aesthetic!" He thought
He turned to look at himself in the large mirror wondering if he sould go back to masturbating.
