Sabrina followed him, seeing him struggle with thin air, and tried to help, figuring out where to put her hands by where he was. Suddenly, both of them were knocked to the ground with a superhuman force.
"What the hell?" Sabrina said. Mikey turned over and looked at her. The girl lying next to him looking like Sabrina...only she was black, and was wearng a tight light blue T-shirt. Below that was a pair of blue jeans and sandals.
Mikey looked down, and as expected, pale skin, black corset, short black ripped skirt, fishnets, and black knee-high buckled boots with three-inch stacks.
Sabrina grabbed him. "What just happened?" She demanded.
"Umm..well," Mikey said, trying to figure it out. "I'm not sure if you'd believe it."
"Have you looked at us?" Sabrina said, clearly growing pissed.
"Okay," Mikey replied. "It's magic. I've been following it. A person goes into someone else's room, puts on their clothes, and suddenly...it's their clothes and their room, and the old owner goes and does the same thing to someone else."
"That's the stupidest curse I've ever heard of," Sabrina said. "But...I have some friends who are really into magic..."
Mikey paused. "Look at us..they're probably my friends now. Or think they are."
"This is all your fault, you turned me into a freak."
A well of anger that he didn't know he had bubbled up inside of Mikey. "Look...I'm trying to fix this. You got involved. Either be helpful, or shut the fuck up."
Sabrina waited for her own spring of anger to bubble up. But it didn't. She looked at 'Melany' and suddenly realized what it felt like from the other side when she confronted people.
"Let's go to school and find your friends," Mikey said, sighing.
