Fabulous readers,

I'm back home now; actually, I've been home for the passed day, but I've been too lazy and scatter brained to write you anything. I tried to write chapter 13 on the car ride back from Washington, but I was pretty sick and couldn't concentrate on anything sensical. Here is the chapter that was promised to you, friends.

-Let's do the disclaimer warp again!-

Day 14 genderwapped and day 15 in a different clothing style. This is not cheating! Do not judge me. I couldn't help but mix these two because it'll be prefect, unless you wanted both Jack and Jamie to cross dress. Which actually sounds like a good idea to draw.

Somewhere people had begun to burn their leaves. The scent of decay and smoke wafted through the open room and hung around as a heavy smog. Jami was busy painting her nails. She sat upon her bed, brushing black onto her small fingernails. She was rocking and moving to the soft music that came from her speakers.

When she finished, she shifted from the bed and ran her fingers down the fabric of her dress. She looked into the mirror with a glint of satisfaction in her eye. A pale figure stared back at her, blue eyes sunken deep in the smokey eye shadow and think, black eye liner, like two sapphires in the black of night. Her lips were velvety red, glossy like the purest rose on a rainy day.

Curtains of black hair rippled down the sides of her face. It was silky, shiny and caught a blue hue in the right light. Her mom had finally let her dye it after an eternity of begging. She was satisfied with it; it complemented her creamy, white skin, giving her face the appearance of a porcelain doll. . Her skin was flawless, like milk and honey upon silken sheets. She was proud of herself, proud of her appearance.

Her fingers went to her outfit where she straightened the knots in her corset. She did not get the opportunity to wear outfits like that; she often kept toned down with her gothic appearance, but on this night she was free to do as she wanted! It was the night of Halloween; the one night where the vail between the living and the dead weakened, where goblins, ghouls, and ghosts could run amuck.

She had always loved the weird and paranormal. Monsters, and witches interested her. Vampires, werewolves, and zombies. I was only natural that she wanted to reflect what she loved.

There was another figure in the room. She sat quietly at the desk, leaned back in the chair and watching Jami. She turned to her. "How do I look?" Her girlfriend smiled. She had been playing with her snowy white hair, twirling it in her finger.

Jackie nodded. "You look like it's Samhain alright," she said.

Jami puffed out her chest. She could barely breath beneath the rib crunching corset, but the outfit did wonders to her breasts. They were pushed up, perky and mostly revealed for her lover. She twirled her skirt, letting it ripple out against her legs. It was a lengthy skirt, and in the back, it drug on the floor, similar to a wedding gown. It had a spidery look about it, faint strips of silver hemmed the bottom, billowing out on the train of the dress. Truly elegant which was just the appearance she was going for.

She twirled for Jackie, showing off the curves of her body and the round of her rear. The dress hugged her in all the right spots and the corset worked well with her tiny waist.

She was sure Jackie's eyes consumed her. She smiled and bit her lip, tip-toeing over to the girl who sat at her desk. She sat daintily in her lap, wrapping her arms around Jackie's neck. "We'll get you dressed next," she said cheerfully.

"Oh me?" Jackie mused. Her dark eyebrows raised high, a reaction Jami only laughed at.

"Yes you. It's Halloween. Let me dress you up," she said as she played with her guardian's hair.

Jackie only put up a mild protest, when in reality, she couldn't help but let Jami do what she wanted.

Jami was her princess, her treasure, he lover. She spoiled her often and Jami knew this. She abused her power with the frost spirit whenever the opportunity arose.

Jami practically frolicked to her bed where she sunk to her knees and pulled out a dark bag that she had hidden. She shook the contents out onto her bed. Black lace and frilly, tool leaked from the bag, causing Jackie to squint in a small face of distaste.

It was a short dress with tool all around to make the dress frilly and puffy. Like Jami's dress, it had a tail coat in the back that lengthened down. The top of the dress was simple, but beautiful. Spaghetti straps with little black ribbons around the bust. Jami held it up, holding it in the light, revealing glittery snowflakes, little frost wisps that resembled Jackie's own hoodie.

"And you'll have these to wear. Because I know you don't like shoes," Jami said as she held up a pair of knee high socks, made from fishnets that matched the intricate designed on the dress.

Jackie stared, stepping forward and taking the dress from Jami's hands. Her face was priceless. The hours spent trying to find the prefect dress for her turned out to be time well spent. Jamie was excited to see Jackie in the dress, so eager that she reached out to help Jackie with her clothes.

They giggled as they struggled with Jackie's garments, each stumbling and thrashing about until the struggle became tiresome and caused Jami to back away "before her face melted." Jackie hopped around as she tried to pull off her pants, falling around Jami's room like some dying fish. She laughed as she watched Jackie stumbled to the floor, finally pulling free from her pants and throwing them in a fit of gentle anger.

It was quite the treat to watch Jackie as she got dressed. The black fabric flowed over her body like silk flowing through a river. Jackie stood in front of the mirror, her new dress hanging from her long body. She couldn't help but give a little turn, examining herself from all angles. Jami watched with satisfaction. It was prefect fit. A beautiful dress for a beautiful girl.

Outside, the wind howled. Inside, the music played on. Jami had convinced Jackie to put make-up on, and took the opportunity to do it for her. She sat peacefully as she painted onto Jackie's face, loving the opportunity to make her up. She doted upon her as a mother would her daughter, though she made her appearance hardly like a child's. She made her eyes dark with white highlights and graced her lips with a dark burgundy color. She was even able to convince Jackie to wear fake eyelashes, something Jami had too much fun with. She giggled as Jackie struggled against the clue and eyelash curler.

Jackie often made protests against "modern beauty." Never before had she sounded like such an old woman. What with all of the "Back when I was little-," or "You'd never see the women in my village like this."

After some time, though, Jackie quieted and simple enjoyed the night for its simple pleasantries.

They stood in front of the mirror. Jackie's transformation was complete. Her hair billowed out in lush curls and hung down to the middle of her back. She too looked like a soft faced doll. Her thin legs peeking out from underneath the dress, long and slender. The black of her fishnet socks made her legs appear to glow white. She was paler than Jami. While Jami's skin had a healthy flush of pink through it, Jackie's looked like she had died and been frozen in time.

She was the prefect little gothic girl.

Jami gave a dreamy sigh, falling head over heels for her all over again.