After the stone glowed, Jon looked down at himself.
"What the fuck?"
He was lankier and his skin was pale white. But that wasn't what shocked him. His clothes were completely different. He wore black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black ripped miniskirt, and black boots. His nails were painted black, and although he couldn't see his face, he was willing to bet he had black lipstick and black eyeliner as well.
His fucking wish made him switch places with his sister. Now he was the rebellious one and not Zoe.
Suddenly, he didn't want to go home. He hated his mom and didn't want to hear her constantly bitching at him.
He heard his wish, so he knew that he shouldn't have been acting or even thinking this way, but he was compelled to do so regardless. It must have been because of his wish.
