Then, suddenly, there was bright flash of light that filled Jon's vision and when it was gone, he knew that there was definitely something wrong.
He looked down at himself and was shocked to see a pair small breasts pushing out his shirt (which was now black, but it was still the same shirt he was wearing just a minute ago) and a black corset. His jeans were gone, replaced by a black denim miniskirt and on his feet were a pair of black gothic lace-up ankle boots. He looked back up at Zoe, but she wasn't there. Except ... she was there. Or rather here ... inside himself.
He didn't know how it was possible, but it seemed that he and his sister had merged into one body. He wasn't even exactly sure that he was Jon anymore. Or even a "he". Zoe's memories were there too. All of them. And since there was more of a girlish look to this new body (and its clothes), this new person decided to be considered a girl.
"How could this happen?" she asked aloud, hearing a voice that was a mix between Jon's and Zoe's. She felt between her legs, to see if Jon's "stuff" was still down there. Maybe she wasn't as much of a "she" as she thought. She could be some sort of shemale. Feeling around between her legs, she discovered that ...
