Paul was blinded by the flash that he hadn't expected and dropped the camera as he rubbed his eyes. He was cursing up a storm when he realized his voice sounded different. It sounded lighter, daintier almost. He looked down and saw the camera lying on his bedroom floor. He went to grab it when he notice his nails were longer and painted deep black. He looked at both of his hands as he realized they were also slimmer.
He glanced down and saw two c cup breasts sticking from his chest and black knotty hair fall in front of his face. He couldn't scream out of pure confusion as he ran out of his room and into the bathroom. What he saw staring back wasn't his normal face, but one of a goth girl. After looking closer, Paul noticed that the girl looked like she could be his twin sister, but it was hard to make out through all of her makeup. His makeup?
After the shock wore off, he started to laugh. He immediately grabbed his huge breasts and started shaking them. He had a blast feeling the pleasure shooting through his new body. Pulling up his dark skirt, he found his new lady parts surrounded by a bit of dark hair. He gave it a stroke and felt a shudder run through his spine. He felt his pale face blush and decided to stop for now.
He walked back into his room and found his room had altered. It was cleaned up tremendously but had more of an aesthetic to it that screamed goth. Black tinted lights, creepy posters, odd books, etcetera. He even found the old family picture he had under his bed, which showed his formerly happier parents, but now showed a 5 year old girl instead. He picked up the camera and gawked at its power. It had completely changed him into a female goth version of himself.
"Fuckin' awesome." He laughed in his newly feminine voice.
Just then, he heard the front door open, and someone shout "Paulette!"
Who was it?
Just then, he heard the from too begin to open...