Jared puts the plastic ring on, then pulls you in for a kiss impulsively. Jared's lips press between yours, opening your kiss, allowing room for his tongue to enter your mouth. His mouth tastes like heady weed and ash, although there is a faint wisp of minty toothpaste, too. You don't mind though. You put your hand on the back of his head and kiss him harder. Just feeling Jared's need and passion turns you on like nothing else, and you still haven't cum yet -- you left in such a hurry yesterday after Jared came, and had fallen asleep so quickly afterwards. You want to You pull back indecisively, running your hand down his short auburn hair to rest on his shoulder. "Why don't you use that before we continue?" You gesture with your chin to your neighbour's hand. "It could be fun...." Jared nods, staring amorously at you with his droopy puppy dog eyes. God, you really want to tear that t-shirt off of him. The lanky man leans back, grinning nervously. "Here goes my magic virginity, man. This is wild." His lips press against the surface of the gem, and then the change happens.
Jared's shirt suddenly disappears, as if the ring heard your earlier thought. It's very strange to see it happen with your eyes still open. It's like the whole room blinks with energy, and suddenly what you're looking at is different. Your eyes unfocus, as if unable to process the change, and refocus only to see the same scene. With Jared's shirt gone, you can see that the tattoo swap worked. The sailor tattoos decorate his arms colorfully, and the bat and vampire tattoo is proudly displayed across his chest. But what's that on his that on his nipple? "Wow," says Jared. He rotates his arm in awe, examining it from all angles. When you lift your head to look at him, you're shocked to see a different person in front of you. Or at least, that's your snap reaction. It's still the same Jared, but his fashion has changed so drastically that he almost looks like a different person. He is wearing thick eyeliner, which only makes his lazy eyelids seem even more tired. You're surprised to see metal glinting on his face too -- two lip rings and a silver hoop. The thing on his nipple was another piercing, you realize as you look back down, a barbell with tiny silver wings coming out of each end. His pants are now impressively tight black jeans, designer label and expensive-looking. He's wearing high-laced pristine combat boots that haven't seen so much as a scuffle. Interestingly, his hair is a shiny blue-black as well. Perhaps Jared changed his style with Slade Hartley, and if he dyes his hair...
You're not sure Jared has noticed the full extent of his changes, so you clear your throat gently. "Um, so you remember how there was that whole 'random change' thing too, right?" Jared looks up from his arms, fixing his black-enveloped eyes on yours. "Hey, like, what is it dude?" But as he speaks, he notices the chink of metal against his bottom teeth. He lifts some fingers up experimentally to touch his lip, and makes contact with the piercings. "Holy shit!" Then he examines himself carefully, and notices the change in clothes as well, running his hand down his thighs in amazement. You both can see now that his nails are painted black on one hand too. The stoner-turned-goth excitedly pulls out his cracked smartphone and turns on the front camera, tilting and twisting his head with amazement. "Whoa, I look just like him now. Fucking rad, right?"
You have to admit, yeah, he does look good like this. You sort of prefer his old style -- is he even Jared without those ratty flip flops? But then again, you're excited to kiss those piercings, and look for more tattoos together... Your host jumps up and walks to a nearby table, his combat boots clunking noisily. When he gets back, he has a fat joint in hand, and lights it up, filling the sunny room with a haze of pot smoke. He inhales deeply, then passes the joint to you. "What now?" His voice is a seductive rumble, and one hand is sliding up your thigh.