Jon relaxed and slumped back down in the chair. “You loon!” gasped Jon “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He glanced up at where Trevor had to have jumped from and added “Or just break your neck?”
He smirked and stood back up, rolling his shoulders. “Cats always land on their feet,” he smirked. Jon frowned at such an odd comment and glanced down at himself expecting to find the glamour had failed and that was a dig at his new appearance, but his still looked normal. Trevor’s chuckle drew his attention back up and he gasped as Trevor reached up and fiddled with the stone adorning the chocker around his throat. The goth boy’s form rippled and to Jon’s shock Trevor morphed into a catboi.
“Don’t be so surprised,” smiled Trevor, “after your sister revealed you to be a catboi this morning, did you really think you were the only one?”
“Uh,” said Jon, unsure how to respond. “Wait, ‘revealed’? Is that magic speak for transformed?”
Trevor blinked, an action made all the more unnerving by the fact that his eyes were now like those of a cat, entirely yellow-green with slitted pupils. “Looks like we have a lot to teach you then.”
“We?”
“Hi Jon,” came a cheery voice from above. Jon glanced up to see another catboi above them, hanging upside down from the stairs Jon was sitting under.
“Damian?” gasped Jon, realisation to the catboi’s identity suddenly hitting him.
Damian grinned and swung his body, summersaulting iff the stairs and landing next to Jon on the couch and then in a smooth motion spinning to face the right way and dropping his ass into the seat.
Jon’s jaw dropped in shock but he rallied quickly. “How many more of you, err, us, are there?” He asked.
