As Jon bounced down the stairs, he felt control of his body leave him, and a new desire flooded his mind. He wanted to go back upstairs and change into something else, but what? Running back up the stairs, he went into his room and stood in front of his expanded closet, pondering, unaware of his sister Zoe sitting at his computer watching that very scene and clicking between clothing choices as well as ages. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted to wear! From the closet he grabbed an adult-sized black outfit,putting it on in a whirl he barely remembered; when he regained his senses, his body moved of its own volition to the bathroom, and touched the colors on the walls one after another. With that done, he paused and felt his face shifting, being subtly and overtly reshaped, though each new form felt normal.
Finally, his unseen controller seemed to be satisfied, and he stared in the mirror at the most gorgeous goth woman he'd ever seen in his life, with the stereotypical pale, strong, round face, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, black lipstick and raven hair done up in an elegant style reminiscent of a bun. She - he - wore a low-cut yet somehow tasteful dress that looked to him like it belonged in the Middle Ages, complete with massive bust and curvaceous form. To top it all off his feet were encased in spiked heels he realized he could walk perfectly in, feeling his skirts swish around his legs.
He left the bathroom to see Zoe staring at his computer screen, and she turned around to grin at him. "Hey, Jon, looking good."
