Warning for attempted roofying, involuntary change of gender, intelligence loss, and identity shift/loss.
The Brew was in full swing tonight. Girls and guys, dancing to their hearts' content, taking shots, and dragging each other off to dark corners for a little fun. Amidst the noise and flashing lights, Jackson was just one more warm body among dozens - if, perhaps, a slightly shadier one than most.
Wearing a gray sweater hoodie that covered his figure and shadowed his face, with baggy jeans that didn't give a single hint as to the form beneath, the most noticeable thing about him was simply how little he wished to be noticed. A wish everyone was eager to grant, in a crowded venue like this. But then, even if Jackson had dressed in something flashy, he doubted it would have made much difference. Everyone always ignored him, after all. Especially the girls...
It didn't matter. Not tonight - tonight, Jackson didn't
want
to be noticed. He was glad the cute brunette in the leather pants didn't so much as spare him a glance as he squeezed his way around her and her blonde friend. He was happy that the skimpily dressed girl with the bad blue dye job seemed almost unaware of his presence as she chatted with some muscle bound jock who didn't bother to move so much as an inch as he squeezed himself against the wall to move past them. And he was most definitely happy that the dark haired girl sitting in the corner of the bar didn't so much as look up from her book when he sat next to her - especially since she showed no sign of noticing the powder he'd sprinkled in her drink.
"Beer, please," he called out to the barkeeper - the first person to actually care about his presence all night, even if he was being paid to do so - as he eyed his target. She wasn't the prettiest girl at the club, by any stretch of the imagination. Her baggy brown sweater covered up almost as much as his own hoodie, for one thing, hiding any curves she might have possessed from his sight. Her shoulder length hair, meanwhile, was a dull brown - absolutely boring compared to the blondes and redheads he preferred. And he was pretty sure she hadn't even bothered to put on makeup. Not to mention the fact that she was
reading
at a fucking club. If plain had a poster girl, she'd be it.
She was also alone, in a corner, hard to spot from the dance floor and not paying any attention to the world around her. The perfect test subject for Jackson's first foray into... less than moral ways of picking up girls. An easy target.
The soft clink of a glass on the counter drew his attention to a tall glass of yellow liquid. He took a sip from it, then paused, noticing that it tasted... off. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he was pretty sure beer wasn't meant to taste
sweet.
"Ah-hm."
His head snapped to the side, towards his target. A pair of green eyes greeted him, alongside a small smile.
Pretty
was the thought that came to mind, looking at them. Pretty eyes, for a pretty girl. They complimented her glossy brown hair - hair which had clearly been well cared for, and combed. He'd know, considering the hours he'd spent... on... His own hair? But wasn't his hair short? And what did he care about a plain girl's hair, anyway?
"I like your hair."
"H-huh?" Jackson's attention snapped back to the girl, to find that she'd reached a hand out towards him. Not only that, she had a long strand of pretty black hair trailing from between her fingers. Hair that disappeared, as his eyes followed it up, towards his own head.
"T-thanks," he muttered, shyly. "I spent a long time on it." And he
had.
He knew he had. He'd spent ages researching the best products to use on it. His parents used to complain that if he'd spent that much time on his studies, he'd likely get a higher score. As if he had the attention span for that! Honestly, he was just lucky that straight hair was relatively easy to care for - if his hair had been curly, like hers...
"I like your hair, too," he found himself murmuring, reaching out to touch the brown locks. "It must be hard taking care of?"
"It's a hassle, sometimes... But at least it's quick to dry, at this length. Yours must be a nightmare..."
A nightmare...? Jackson's eyes flicked towards his... brown...? Was it always brown? Yeah. Brown hair. It really
was
long, trailing past his ass, almost halfway down his thighs. It took absolutely
ages
to dry. But it was worth it, wasn't it? To get cute girls like this one to compliment it.
N-not that he cared what his target thought about his hair, or anything. It wasn't like long hair was enough to get girls knocking down his door, after all. He'd only even grown it that long in an attempt to catch attention, but at most it brought giggles and teasing about being girly... Just because his features were a bit delicate...
"Did you get it done at the same salon as your nails?" the girl asked, pulling Jackson's attention back towards her. "They look great."
"My nails...?" Right. He took good care of his nails. Had them nicely trimmed - y'know, in case a girl ever actually answered his bad attempts at flirting. Nobody wanted raggedy nails trailing across their body. Or sharp talons digging inside them, for that matter. A guy had to be conscious about that sort of thing if he was going to score a girl.
Or drug a girl and take them back to his room for a good time...
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have pretty eyes?" the girl asked, next.
"Y-yeah?" Did he? He'd always thought they were rather dull, himself. Brown was such a-
"Pretty and blue," the girl continued. "It goes well with your blonde hair."
"Th-they do?" A light blush touched his cheek, as his eyes darted towards the strands of hair still held in the girl's hand. For some reason, he'd thought his hair was... brown? Or even black? But no, it was blonde.
"You're blushing," the girl teased.And it was such a gorgeous smile. The way her eyes lit up - he always loved looking at it. Anyone who called her plain had obviously never seen her smile.
Then the words she'd spoken hit, and suddenly his cheeks were on fire. "A-am not!"
"Are too," the girl said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small hand mirror. "Look!"
