Jayden walked in as the door slammed behind him, leaving him in total darkness.
“Hey, what the hell?!” He shouted as he tried to force the door open.
No matter how hard he kicked, and punched and slammed, the door didn’t budge a single bit.
“Oh wait, Dad’s lighter.” Jayden smiled to himself as he whipped it out.
As he flicked it a few times, brief flashes of warm light filled the room. Jayden jumped when he saw a silhouette between flashes; it looked like a curvy, tall girl.
“It’s just your nerves, Jayden... just your nerves.” He said as he turned around and screamed.
A skull with empty eyes gazed back at him in the darkness... then he took another look and realized it was a candle holder.
He lit it and stared as the warm orange light filled the room.
Black walls, grey rug, grunge band posters on the walls, a huge shelf of old, leatherback books. It was all intact... a little too intact. Wasn’t this place abandoned?
His attention was drawn to a faded, glittery card on the table.
“Happy 18th Birthday, Isabelle....” Jayden read.
As he opened the card, a surge of energy rushed through his fingers and knocked him to the floor.
As he stumbled up, he looked at his hands and gasped. His arms were lean and slender, his skin a milky white against his long, black painted fingernails.
“What the hell?” Jayden said as he cleared his throat “What’s up with this place.”
He slapped his hands over his mouth; he sounded like a girl.
His jaw aches as it shrunk down, his nose shrinking with it as his lips plumped up.
“What the hell is happening to me?!” Jayden said as his eyes became soft and doll-like, his eyelids caked in black eyeshadow with long, delicate lashes.
He fell to his knees and cried as a burning sensation ran across his lower body, the sounds of popping and cracking filling the air. He clung to the desk as the burning subsided, feeling himself up in horror. His hips were suddenly broad, and he couldn’t anything below his waistline.
He reached for the card and realized it had changed; the faded card now looked like it was fresh off the shelf, and the writing had changed.
It now read:
“Happy 18th Birthday, Jasmine.”
“Jasmine?” He said, “Wait....”
He remembered something; the name his parents had picked out in case their child was a girl....
was Jasmine.