Karyn walked up to the Goodman house and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened and she saw Randy ... the new Randy. And she had to admit - he looked totally hot. That thought made her feel a little strange, since she was never into Goths before, but considering she was one now, she began to see them in a whole new light ... or as the case may be - darkness.
"What the fuck do you want?" Randy spat at her.
Earlier, right after the change, he was wearing a fishnet shirt and a long black leather skirt. Appalled at the freakish clothing choice, he rummaged through his closet (which made him even more appalled) and eventually swapped the skirt for a pair of black jeans, which were a little tight on him. But that's probably because he had outgrown them. He also took off the spiked collar. So now, he still looked freakish, but not quite as much.
"I just stopped by to meet my new friend. You," she said, smirking.
"I'm not your friend, you freak," Randy said. "Just because someone made me look like you and your fucking friends doesn't mean I'm one of you."
"Are you sure about that?" Karyn asked, taking a step closer towards him. It was clear that the former jock was trying to fight his new existence. But Karyn had a feeling that eventually it would be a losing battle. She herself wanted nothing to do with Goths when she changed, but now ... she did. She liked it. And she was sure Randy would too. But she was impatient. She wanted her new friend now, not eventually. Maybe there was some way to push his acceptance along.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he answered. "Now get the fuck out of here!"
Karyn shook her head, then pushed Randy backwards into his house. The former jock looked at her with wide startled eyes. Normally, he'd be strong and sturdy enough to stand his ground, but now with his much lankier body, he found that even a girl could easily push him around. He didn't like this. "What the fuck are you doing? I told you to leave!"
"Not yet," Karyn said, closing the door behind her.
