Tiffany Madison sat back in her chair, taking a short break from the still massive amount of paperwork. By now she was at the target age of forty one, though she still could be mistaken for a woman ten years her junior, the only signs of age a few gray hairs amongst her now brunette locks and a few hints of wrinkles on her face. She looked at her watch, then decided it was best not to delay any further and went back to work.
"So, like, what are we going to do now?" Zelda asked her friend, her dyed hair now bleached blond. She had also shrank a few inches, until she had matched the former Lucy Corinth's diminutive stature.
The pair sat the the garage of the Sander's house, where Zoe was brooding over her encounter with the stupid goth. By now her transition was complete, and now was every bit the classic vindictive blond bimbo. "What else?" she said finally. "We need to find some way to get at the stupid freak."
"But, like, why?" Zelda asked. "Didn't you, like, totally show how you were, y'know, better than her, right?"
"Of course I'm better than that weirdo!" Zoe snapped, "But I still need to make her pay. But how to do it.."
Lucy stumbled into the back room of the Spiked Pit, wandering unnoticed into the apartment above the nightclub. She sought out the bedroom closet, pulling on the shredded black Victorian dress and eight inch heels that laced up to her thighs. She reapplied her make up, this time this muck darker and thicker, and inspected herself in the mirror. Satisfied, Lucy Pierce descended the stairs to her club.
A moment after, the former Agatha Pierce, twenty six owner of the Spiked pit, stepped out of her bathroom, and walked out into the world with no sense of purpose or identity.
