The rest of the night was a blur, with most of the details being relayed to her later by Barry himself a day or two later, what with her not being in the most receptive mood after discovering she was trapped in her own reflection for the rest of what should've been her own life and screaming her head off all throughout.
She remembered being the first to respond to her manager collapsing onto the floor, screaming while she still had a mouth of her own for someone to get help and gripping his mottled hands as if for dear life. Imagine her horror when she saw him return from the brink of death for one final moment, his eyes rolling back and a sinister grin spreading across his face as his soul transferred from his aging body into her own, pushing her consciousness into a temporary slumber whilst he assumed full control.
As Barry would explain in the coming days, as he adjusted to living in his new set of pilfered skin, unbeknownst to her, a certain red-skinned creature named the Voyeur of Chaos had appeared to Barry as he was set to pass into Purgatory, offering him the chance at a Second Life as long as he satiated this Voyeur's eternal Hunger, or whatever. Even Kelly could admit that would've sounded like an enticing offer, even despite the fact that meant that she'd been permanently sidelined so that her friend's Dad could suck, swallow and swap to some perverted entity's content.
"A girl could only dream you really were," Kelly sighed back in the present as Barry loosened the straps over his shoulder, tucking one back into his dress to reveal a precious, promiscuous sliver of shoulder candy. Barry took one more look in the mirror, turning himself slightly so he could see the full scope of his new look. Kelly rolled her eyes, her every action mimicking his own.
"F*ck that sh*t," Barry spat as he skilfully unclasped the white fabric housing Kelly's boobs and tossed it aside. He nodded happily. "How do I look?" he asked Kelly as he threw up their shared arms, their symbiotic relationship now boiling down to her mostly being his dreadfully honest fashion critic.
"You look..." Kelly paused, taking in her decidedly sexy attire with some appreciation. "I look surprisingly...hot!"
Barry snorted. "And don't I know it." He celebrated by thrusting Kelly's hips back and forth, jiving and juking like every bit the old man he was at heart. "Gotta look gorgeous for stop one on my motherf*cking revenge tour."
Kelly sighed again. This was almost expected from her after every word that came out from her own mouth now. "And you just ruined it..."
This 'revenge tour' Barry was talking about was one years in the making. The scope of it actually impressed Kelly earlier on, entertaining her back when Barry would ask her questions as to integrate into her life with some semblance of normality and she'd ask for some of his stories in return. He'd written it all down so meticulously that he'd memorised it word for word, place for place, to a disturbing level of detail. His plan was to go around the country and get payback on everyone he deemed to have screwed him over back when he was a guitarist in his own rock band, 'the Ruff' Riders'.
That list, a lengthy one at that, included all the usual suspects. Executives, DJ's, crooked agents. A few other names cropped up every so often that made Kelly furrow her brow. A stripper here and there, some Hotel manager, an apparent 'soap dealer'(?), and some f*cker called 'Uncle Marley' were just a few unusual names to come to mind.
As Barry Henderson, a fat old codger recognisable from a mile away on smell alone, still a ways behind on paying all his monthly alimony and child support cheques, he would've had no hope of even setting foot in the same rooms as these people.
However, as Kelly Wong, a beautiful (by his own admission which Kelly let slide), young, wide-eyed girl that oozed of that grungy 'rocker swagger', as Barry had called it, they'd all be eating out of the palm of his hand. Besides, having otherworldly powers to swap any trait that he wanted with whoever the f*ck he wanted to might come in handy too. Kelly had seen it in action personally and, though she couldn't use it herself, had to admit it was one heck of an ability.
"How'd you get so good at makeup anyways?" Kelly asked, changing the subject.
Barry chuckled dryly. "Kid, you didn't consider yourself a punk rocker in the twentieth century if you hadn't put on the bare minimum of some black lippie and eyeshadow. I was applying lipstick from before I could even kick a football."
Barry went back to pushing up the boobs already spilling out from the front of the dress, hoisting Kelly's C-cups in an attempt to make them even more prominent. than they already were.
"...And the heels?"
Barry blushed in response. "I had myself a platform phase back in the late nineties. Don't ask."
Barry was tending to the last bits of Kelly's outfit when the door was unceremoniously kicked open, revealing Megan and Lindsey, all dolled up themselves and standing there with sh*t-eating grins.
Lindsey hollered as she stepped inside. "Ready, Kell-ooo..." Her jaw dropped as Barry stood up and cocked his hips to the side suggestively.
"Like what you see, babes?" Lindsey was gobsmacked. Kelly laughed from within the mirror's reflection. Damn if she didn't feel powerful right now.
Megan peeked around her taller friend and, likewise, had her jaw fall to the floor. "Holy sh*t, you look downright f*ckable, b*tch!"
"Always had a way with words, haven't you, chipmunk?" Barry strutted across and tousled his daughter's hair. Megan was either too in shock or too excited to recognise her father's pet name being used by her best friend.
"Now," Barry giggled, flipping Kelly's hair out of his face, "Let's get abso-f*cking-lutely sh*tbrained!"
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