Joe was now gagged and could only watch as his former pants became a knee length loose black skirt. Now from the waist down he was a pale woman. His shirt morphed into a pink tank top as he gained a short sleeve black button up over it.
He felt something thick form around his chest and realize it was a bra cupping his expanding chest.
Soon his vision blurred and a pair of black glasses formed over his eyes as his hair slicked back into a ponytail and his lips pursed pulling his face into a female shape as he shrank and became a wispy young woman.
One named tiffany who slipped on a black hair band with a black flower decoration that appeared in her hands.
John had stolen her purple and white socks from her after finding her passed out at a party. Now a clone of her had replaced his neighbor and could think only of how she could help the cause.
