As the teacher began to talk, something odd started to happen. Trevor Blake looked to his right, remembering what that weird note said, and saw Randy Goodman. And right before his eyes, the jock began to change.
First, his skin went from tanned to pale, then his hair lengthened into spikes and was dyed black. After that, his body started to lose its muscular look until he looked lanky. Black eyeliner appeared around his eyes and black lipstick appeared on his lips, as a spiked collar appeared around his neck and piercings appeared in his ears, nose, and lip. And then his clothes began to change. His muscle shirt turned into a fishnet shirt and his jeans turned into a black full-length leather skirt, similar to the one that Trevor wore. And lastly, his sandals turned into a pair of black buckled boots.
Randy looked down at himself in horror, not quite believing what had just happened and feeling disgusted that he now looked like part of the Goth crowd. He was now a freak, his worst fear.
"Fuck," Trevor whispered. "I can't believe that just happened." He was shocked, but certainly not disappointed. Randy's change was definitely an improvement, in Trevor's opinion.
Randy looked at him with wide eyes. But then he calmed down. He wasn't sure why, but suddenly he liked Trevor. He felt fine with him around. His memories told him that wasn't right, that Trevor and his friends were freaks. But his mind insisted that they should be friends nonetheless.
It was very confusing.
