(Originally written by: sandyseeker)
"Shit," you say as something slips out of your hand and clatters on the floor below. You're in what appears to be a gas station restroom of some kind. And gazing back at you from a dirty, grease-stained mirror is the face of your kid sister Ashley.
You've become a goth girl -- an outcast, loser freshman -- your own little sister!
"This can't be happening," you say, watching in horror as Ashley's lips, coated in black lipstick, move at your command. You have Ashley's face! All that goth make-up she wears all the time -- it's on you. Now it's YOUR hair that's dyed black, and hangs limp, long, and stringy on your shoulders.
You look down at yourself: you've got a spiked choker around your neck and a loose-fitting black t-shirt with a picture of a white skull on your chest. A pair of spiked wristbands adorn your hands. Your fingernails are short, but painted glossy black. A half-smoked cigarette rests between the fingers of your right hand. You're now wearing a knee-length red and black plaid skirt, and a pair of ripped, fishnet stockings engulf your legs. Your feet are encased by a pair of scuffed, clunky black boots with a two inch heel.
A spasm of relief washes over you as you spot the magic stone, now laying on the dirty restroom floor. Ashley must be cutting school again, maybe meeting more of her weird goth friends here. Sure enough, just as you're stooping down to retrieve the rock, the door opens up and a small cluster of similar looking freshmen girls walk in.
