Thomas was brushing himself off, thinking about the incident, he felt sorry for Lisa, in her he saw a kindred spirit, someone as lonely as him, if only she was a little more LIKE him, well a female him of course, oh and maybe she could be a little bit hotter…
Thomas was male after all :p
Lisa found a mirror which had been used in a school play in the closet, and propped it against the wall, awaiting what was to come. And come it did
Lisa’s clothes disappeared, it was clear she would have a new wardrobe when this was over, no matter what the change. The first was one Lisa didn’t even notice, her Fingernails and Toenails were coated in a black varnish, the next change however, was far more noticeable. Lisa had always had frizzy, unkempt brown hair, but now it was straightening itself and growing down to her waist, her neck strained with the sudden gain of 2 feet of hair. Then the hair began to darken from the roots downwards, black seeping down each tiny thread until slowly her hair was a complete jet black colour, looking in the mirror she saw the rest of her body hair match this colour and then promptly fall out, bar the eyebrows of course.
Due to it being August Lisa had a fairly good tan from the summer spent out in the sun, however now it appeared to be fading, and fading fast, Her former Bronze skin was now pink and was descending into whiteness. Within 20 seconds Lisa’s skin was ashen, and it wasn’t make up either. Lisa had been born with a condition that had affected her skin, imagine what happened to Michael Jackson but if he had already been white, and female, and 10. No matter how long she was out in the sun her skin wouldn’t change colour. Sure most people would hate it but it went along with Lisa’s look. Her lips plumped up slightly as they were coated in black lipstick, her ears stung as 4 piercing (Note from Author: according to Spellcheck there isn’t a plural of piecing, who knew?) came into place. Some of the black cloth which had been used for costumes during the schools production of Oliver began to swirl around Lisa, attaching itself to her until it was a dress, which went from her ankles up to her neck, fairly Victorian (Well what the fuck do you expect using costumes from Oliver? Guchi?) A pair of fairly high stilted High Heels moulded themselves into place.
Lisa had been lonely at school, she had decided that she was a goth, no way about it. Problem being that there were no other Goths in the area, which would be bad enough, but the fact was Goths were DESPISED by most. Lisa was 16 and hadn’t had a single boyfriend, then Thomas arrived, he was just so kind and well…. Hot. Lisa, though, didn’t have the guts to try and get with him, she was too scared. So they had just been friends, close friends.
Well there’s the more like Thomas part, now then… what was that other bit, oh yeah.. Hotness.
But what is Thomas’ idea of Hotness?