The changes progressed and fascinated him. As he watched them continue, the last thing John thought about before screaming was the cause. Did one of those weird occult Goths cast a spell on him, was this Black magic? Surely even science couldn't explain this. The mystery horrified him, he felt like a victim in some cliche cheesy old vintage horror movie.
His Auburn hair turned a darker shade of scarlet red and became shapely uptop, curling up and solidifying into two nubby bulbs of red hair. The Bangs grew down and swept over his face, just above one eye in a perfectly elegant crescent. It gave his updo a slight 'V' shape and it was positively devilish. As he felt his hair, his nails sharpened considerably and darkened to a crimson red, not the nails you'd get from an ordinary salon visit. A similar color joined with his lips and he felt a distinctive waxy texture coat overtop them.
He noticed that his breasts, thighs and hips had put on considerable weight. He was so curvy now! His socks grew upward and became red and black striped stockings overtop his now plump thighs. John kneeled down to try remove his new legwear only to notice his hands weren't only petite and feminine, they were ghastly pale! Just what was he changing into to go through these changes?
