My sleep was disturbed by a scream. Instantly, I opened my eyes and saw my room had undergone further changes, mainly the walls were half pink and that the drawers and bed looked far more girlish. I winced, hating to think what would be inside. Nervous, I looked down, and saw to both my relief and slight disgust that my breasts were still the same size. i was still looking down, when my door was flung open, revealing an infuriated Zoe. While I hadn't changed, she certainly had. She was curvier and to my sleep filled eyes, maybe slightly older. What was obvious was her goth look was history. Her skin actually had some color and her hair was revealing its natural blonder color. The only thing that was still there was her pissed off look.
"Joanna Amber Gibson! Do you think this is funny?!" Zoe angrily demanded.
"What?" I asked, annoyed that she were femininizing me even further.
"Don't play innocent with me, Joanna. I know what you did!" Zoe snapped.
"Did what?" I asked.
"Used the stone. Moved me to mom's bed, and gave me this awful hair. You know I fucking hate it!" Zoe snapped.
"I didn't" I protested.
"Of course you then had to replace the bitch's photo on the bedside table with me" Zoe continued her rant. "Don't think I haven't heard your sarcastic comments about me. Its not funny now."
I stared at her, having not realized that Zoe had heard my sarcastic mother comments/ Then it hit me, as I realized what had happened. The magic that was slowly twisting me into girlhood had started to affect Zoe, and probably in the more ironic way possible" You're becoming my mom?"
"I know that, you ditz! Fix it right now or I'll.."
"I didn't do that. You did!" I protested.
Zoe's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, Í did it'?"
I stared at her and said, "Ï wish you didn't have to worry about mom seeing you as a girl.."
Zoe glared at me for a few seconds before the color drained from her face, almost making her look normal. Her glare cracked, and said in a shaky voice. "Go get a shower. I'll help you get dressed. Remember you have to wrap your chest in a towel now. I can't have you moving around topless" To my disgust, Zoe moved to my drawers, picked out something pink and forced it over my head, covering my torso.
"But.." I protested as Zoe grabbed my right hand and shoved me out into the hall. Seeing no other option, I headed for the bathroom. I quickly showered, disturbed how sensitive my skin was, and annoyed and fearful that it seemed to contain only girls' products now, I crudely wrapped myself and headed back into my room. Zoe was waiting, and worse, she seemed to had gathered some clothes for me to wear.
