Jon was led back to the changing room, where he heard a bunch of giggling girls. Once he entered the room, his heart sank once again, seeing who the giggling girls were. It was his transformed sister Zoe (now Zahara) and her friend Athena (now Aurora). They would have gagged if they were still mentally themselves. They were nothing more than ditzy bimbos now. Exactly the type of girls they hated.
"That was, like, so much fun," Zahara said, excitedly.
"Yeah, like, totally," Aurora added, giggling.
"I'm glad to see you girls enjoying yourselves so much," Louie said.
The two transformed girls turned and smiled at him. "We are, Master," they said in unison.
Louie smiled, clearly happy about his "work".
But Jon wasn't. But, of course, that was the point. Louie wanted Jon to witness all of his friends and family (and such) being turned into his stripper slaves against their will. He wanted Jon to know that he could do anything he wanted and that Jon couldn't stop him. It was like a game to him. More than anything, though, Jon didn't want to play. But considering what was slowly happening to him, he supposed that he didn't have a choice. And changing people he knew was just salt in the wound. When would this nightmare end?
"Come on, Jon. I told you that you didn't need to do anymore acts tonight and I was telling you the truth." Louie smiled. "It's time for bed."
"I can go home?" Jon asked, his mood brightening. Maybe there was a way out of this after all.
"Of course not. I'm not letting you leave here. Not ever."
Jon's heart sank again.
"You'll be sleeping with me."
If Jon's heart could sink any lower, it would.
