Duke looked down at his now-female body in complete shock. What happened to him? What the hell did that gothic bitch do to him?
Suddenly, he heard voices nearby. He turned and was relieved to see two of his fellow gang members: a black guy named Blake and a white guy named Lucas.
"Hey, check it out," Lucas said. "I didn't know Duke had a sister." He apparently noticed that the girl that Duke had become had Duke's face, or at least close enough to Duke's face to see a family resemblance.
Duke wanted to say "I don't have a sister," but instead he said "Duke doesn't have a sister." Huh? Why the hell did I say that? Next, he wanted to say "I'm Duke," but instead he said "I'm Darcy." Duke's eyes went wide. Why the hell did he say that? It was like every time he tried to say something, he said something else instead.
"Darcy, huh?" Blake said, grinning. Duke knew that grin. Duke had that grin when he approached that gothic bitch. She may have dressed like a freak, but she had a hot body. Bottom line, his intentions were anything but pure when he met her. And now Blake and Lucas were looking at him that same exact way.
Duke had to get out of there.
