"Don't call me freak boy," Jon said.
Tom pushed Jon hard enough that he fell to the ground. "Why not? That's what you are. A freak." Tom was so sick of all these Goths, with their black clothes and piercings and black make-up. They were nothing but freaks and Tom always made sure they were aware of it.
Jon stared up at Tom with fiery eyes. "You're gonna regret you did that," he said.
"What are you gonna do? Put a curse on me?" Tom taunted.
Jon suddenly smiled and said "I wish you were a Goth."
Tom was about to laugh at him, but all of a sudden he felt different. He looked down at himself and saw why. With wide eyes, he looked over himself. A fishnet shirt, a long black leather skirt, and black boots. And what was that around his waist? He looked closer at it and felt it with his hand (which was very pale with black-painted fingernails). It was a corset. A black leather under-bust corset.
He looked back at Jon, who was standing up, then darted towards him and grabbed his shirt. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
Jon only smiled and said "I made you a Goth, like me."
"I don't know how you did this, but you're going to change me back!"
"I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't."
Tom was fuming. "When my friends find out what you did to me, you'll get a pummeling you won't believe."
"Friends? Oh, you mean your old friends."
"What are you talking about?"
Jon smiled again. "Only you and me remember what you used to be. Everyone else thinks that you've always been a Goth boy."
"You're lying."
"I'm not." Jon looked past Tom, then said "Isn't that your girlfriend over there? Lindsay, I think her name is?"
Tom turned around and saw Lindsay down the street, talking with her friend Madison.
"Why don't you go ask her if she remembers you?"
Tom did, but not because Jon asked him to. Tom needed help right now. And he knew that Lindsay would give it.
On his way, he thought about what Jon said to him. That freak must have been lying. No way could everyone not remember who he really was. That wasn't possible. Right?
"Lindsay," he said, approaching her.
"Eww. Get away, you freak."
"Lindsay, it's me. Tom. I know you probably don't recog ..."
"I don't care what your name is. Get away from me."
"But ..." he said, reaching for her.
Madison riffled through her purse. "I've got mace." Tom backed off. "Come on, Lindsay. Let's get out of here," Madison said, pulling her friend with her.
Jon walked up behind Tom. "See. They think you're a Goth."
Tom turned around and faced him. His eyes burned with anger. "You've destroyed my life."
Jon smiled. "That's the point."
