Molly took her own name tag off, and put on her mommy's. And in less than a minute, Molly had become a thirty-year old version of herself, wearing an outfit very similar to the one that her mother was wearing a few minutes ago. She looked at the Goth girl, knowing that she was her mother, but finding her appearance to be very freaky and disturbing.
"Why can't you wear something normal?" Molly asked her.
Her former mother rolled her eyes, crossed her arms across her black leather corset, then grunted. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?"
Molly gasped, then grew angry. "How dare you speak to me like that?"
"I can speak to you any fucking way I want," the Goth girl said.
Nearby, Zoe shook her head. She knew that she had acted like that before her change, but seeing it through her new eyes ... it was just so disappointing, seeing the unbidden disobedience being displayed in front of her. That Goth girl should really be taught a lesson.
She turned back towards Jon. "So, have you decided whose name tag you want, dear?"
