Jennifer watched as her hair began to change color to a raven black, at the same time her long hair started to be sucked back into her head, leaving her with a rough close cut. Jennifer winced as she felt a sharp pain, seeing her lips now covered in a black lipstick and two lip rings, which she felt with her tongue quizzically. As her eyes looked back up to her face she saw not just the lip rings, as she had several new earrings even a brow stud. Her skin drained of color, leaving her near alabaster, only highlighting the black makeup even more.
Jennifer yelped as more sharp pokes happened on her breasts, she pulled off her shirt, finding her breasts had new piercings on each nipple. Also noticing they had grown in size slightly, and further below a shiny navel piercing. Jennifer studied her hand as she watched as each fingernail changed to a black matte polish. Before she could see anything else her clothing began to change, gone was the cheerleading uniform and was replaced with an all black ensemble of fishnet stockings and top, covered with a old tee of a what Jennifer assumed to be some grunge or heavy metal band.
Jennifer's room shifted wildly, as thick curtains blocked out the early morning sun, and a layer of incense left a slight smog in the room. It looked dark and mystifying, her desk became host to a deck of tarot and a book about summoning demons. Jennifer rolled her eyes, of course this is what she turned into. Jennifer felt fed up with all the bullshit starting to pile around her, she needed a release. She snapped back, why was she so ornery? She instinctively reached back behind to her cut jean shorts, finding a slightly smushed box of cigarettes. Normally she would be caught dead trying to smoke, let alone having them on her person, but for some reason she felt like she needed one, desperately. A lighter in another pocket gave her all the motivation she needed as she lit one up and give it a quick puff, coughing slightly. Her body may be used to it, but she wasn't.
She sat back down on her bed, everything looked so threatening. She sucked on the cigarette until she decided to grab her backpack, the smell of tobacco now lingering on her. Maybe if she found Kyle she could pound some sense into him and make him turn her back to normal.