"What do you mean?" Stephanie asked. "That's what you normally wear."
Zoe looked down at what she was wearing - a tight black T-shirt, black-colored jeans, and a short pair of black buckled boots. She wasn't sure why she said that Stephanie. A blip of the mind? Though ... something told her that, while she did recognize the clothing as hers, something about it seemed ... wrong? Didn't she usually wear fishnets and black leather? She shook her head, feeling stupid. No, that totally wasn't her. She was Goth, sure, but not that Goth. That seemed too extreme for her.
"Yeah, sorry. I don't know why I said that. You're right," Zoe said, failing to notice that her skin was a little more less pale than before, a kind of light peach tone. Stephanie didn't notice either. She would agree with Zoe. Yes, Zoe was Goth, but not in any extreme way. Certainly not as much as Stephanie herself.
"Uh ..." Stephanie said, looking down at herself. "Do you have anything I can wear instead of this?"
"Sure," Zoe said, then led the other girl to her bedroom. Stephanie had already taken off Linda's clothing, donning her own underwear in its place. But she needed to wear something more. She didn't want to be caught outside in her bra and panties, after all. Even though that's how she was when she walked here from her house, though in a trance at the time.
