Yes, basically.

Looking around you try to find the source of the voice, but somewhat foolishly say, “Yes. Yes to what? Who is out there? What is going....” A jolt of electricity rips through your body causing you to drop your underwear.

The voice says, “As you wish. A hot little slut, out of here, and on to the concert. Then your soul is mine.”

Then nothing, you are in blackness, a chill creeps down your spine. It lasts only a couple of seconds before you find yourself back in the world, but not where you were, you are in a public bathroom stall with deep blue metal low walls locking you in. Sitting on the toilet your bowels release a gout of something foul that no human has ever eaten, the volume is enough to flush the toilet, thankfully, so you don't have to see or smell it further. Rising you teeter on extremely high heels and fall forward into the metal door, stopping yourself with your new slender pale hands with long fingers that end in brightly painted nails, 4 blue and one green on each hand. Stunned stare at your slender arms, your rather pale skin, and marvel at the neon green sleeves on your arms, or gloves, or whatever you would call them, they cover your lower arms stopping just below your elbows, down to your hands, with your thumb sticking through one hole and all 4 fingers through another, the fabric ending at your knuckles, over these you have at least 10 beaded bracelets that clatter when you move your arms. Looking down you can see you are extremely skinny and judging by the low walls around the toilet you are kinda tall, but then again you are on high heels that you can't see as you have pink and yellowish green, the same green as the sleeves, fluffy leg warmers from your knees to nearly the floor, with only the clear bottoms of your shoes peaking out. Your attire is hardly normal, but what you know is the kind of things someone might wear to a rave. “Quite the costume.” You say, suddenly aware of your high pitched cute voice. Righting yourself you reach down and pull up first your ever so tiny g-string of the familiar yellowish green, not really even surprised to see your cute little hairless pussy, then the next 3 layers of clothing, black fence net stockings, shiny metallic pink tiny shorts and finally a micro mini layered green and pink skirt made of very thin light material. For a top you find your small but very perky breasts are covered by a neon yellowish green matching bikini top, with a pink fishnet tube top over that. Last you reach up expecting to find a hat of some kind on your head, but feel only a pair of fluffy cat ears.

With a quick look around you see a very small pink back pack and pick it up. A quick peak inside reveals a small case with 7 little pastel blue pills with smiley faces on them, $47.50 in small bills and change, a pink lanyard with a total of 3 keys, one surely a car, another a house, and the third surely to a padlock, a little case holding a pair of black plastic glasses that holding up you can tell do in fact make you able to see more clearly, but you are guessing you only need to drive, and last a pair of cards, a visa, and a drivers license with a picture of a sexy girl with blond hair a few freckles, and a sexy happy smile, with the name Brandy Carlyle.

“This is way to strange.” You can't help but say out loud, and as you take in everything around you, the music of a live band, the smell of beer and popcorn, and the bathroom lights, it all seeps in that your wish has indeed been answered, although not in any way that you really wanted. You are not at the costume party show you were thinking of trying to go to, you are at the concert in the arena. “I am missing the show.” You say with a grin, but the music playing you are sure is an opening band. Pulling open the stall you step out, immediately taken by just how sexy the girl that is you is as you see yourself in the mirror. “Holy shit.” You blurt out as you see your sexy perky nose with a little silver piercing in each nostril, sexy glossy pink lips, and pink highlighted pale blonde hair that is a little longer than shoulder length. Your deep green eyes are rimmed with black and you have a ton of green and pink eyeshadow, and long fake lashes. Sticking out your tongue you see it has been pierced twice, with shiny silver studs. “Wow I am so fucking hot.” You say with a laugh as you do a little turn to check out your sexy torso, perky ass, and long legs. Taking a last look before you head out to watch the show, you see the only other piercings you can find are your navel, top and bottom, and many holes in your ears, but that is all.

Strapping on your backpack you grab the handle of the door.