"Not happening" I said without thinking. I was in shock that Zoe would actually do this. Plus, I was still half shocked, half panicked about the whole 'Zoe thinks I'm really her sister that posed as her brother' thing since I knew things could spiral out of control very quickly. I didn't really wanted to tell Zoe about the stone. but I was nearly out of any other options. Silence would lead to a complete girliying/gothifying followed by exposure to both mom and Mikey.
"Please, sis. I know you're probably annoyed, or in shock, but trust me" Zoe pleaded, in a very un-Zoe like way. Yes, she definitely though I girl disguised as a boy.
"Zoe. Listen to me. In the right pocket of my jeans is a small reddish stone. It grants wishes..."
"Don't you start that with me! First the brat, now you!" Zoe snapped savagely. I gulped. Of course such a story would sound like mocking, especially since Mikey had recently thought it would be a good idea to replace the label of Zoe's black hair dye. Not that it was often seen, almost just by me, Zoe was a natural blonde. She did not appreciate it becoming even lighter. Probably one reason Mikey and mom were out of the house to begin with.
"I promise I.." I started, but I was cut off by a pinch in my neck. Just as I lost consciousness again, I wondered how Zoe was so good at knocking someone out without cutting the throat of her victim. Especially with the talons we now shared. What brought me back to life was a sharp pain in my left ear. Zoe had pierced my ear.
"Zoe!" I painfully protested.
"Just relax, sis" Zoe soothed as she placed one of her talons to my black painted lips.
"Relax?" I spat out, noticing that she had brought out some sort of black shapewear, tights and one of her poofy black goth dresses. She had also stripped me down to the panties that Karyn had forced onto me. I knew there would be no doubt, considering that I wasn't too big to begin with, and that all my hair had been washed away, that Zoe would think I was a girl.
"We can truly be sisters, 'Jon'. I know this must be hard and frightening for you, but please, trust me. You're cute...
I snorted on reflex, and wondered why she just hadn't just dressed me up, or at least in that dreadful black shapewear of hers. It would had given me the appearance of feminine curves. "Zoe. Don't knock me out..."
"Relax, sis. I'm not going to force you to wear it. I want you to put it on. I'll even give you my own hidden assets since we're both members of the flat girl club.." Zoe said with unusual tenderness. It was an odd mix, between 'punishing' me for not telling her and not trusting her and trying to 'encourage' me. She wasn't doing a very good job at it.
"Just grab the stone out of my pocket and do exactly what i say" I urged, knowing Zoe would never let me near my jeans. "I'm not mocking you. If I am, do as you will" I said, eying the shapewear distastefully.
"Fine" Zoe said, slightly irritably. She went to my jeans, and to her surprise, pulled out the stone. "Okay, so you have an unusual colored rock in your pocket..."
"Yes. Can you pass it to me" I urged. Better in my hands than hers/
"No"
"Just be careful. That thing grants wishes Just wish for.. I dunno.. a new bottle of hair dye of something" I said.
Mistake. Zoe glared at me, obviously reminded about the Mikey incident., which she suspected had mom's tact approval. "How about I wish you had should length hair instead.." she snapped, but was interrupted by a white flash. Surprised, she dropped the stone. I felt horrified; turning I saw my now shoulder length blonde hair. "Zoe!"
Zoe, shocked stammered, "Oh my God, sis. it does grant wishes...
