"Are you okay, Angie?"
Athena shook her head. "My name's not Angie," she said. "It's Athena." She looked down at herself. "What am I wearing?" she asked. She was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved blouse and a long denim skirt. On her feet were a pair of black Mary Janes. It was so conservatively modest that she nearly threw up. She lifted her hand to her head, trying to figure out what was happening, and that's when she noticed that her hair was set in a severe bun. "Who are you and how did I get here?" she asked the cheerleader girl. "Wait a minute, aren't you friends with ..."
"Repent! Repent and be saved from your sins!" the Asian girl continued in the background.
Athena groaned. "What a whack-job." She looked around and noticed where she was. "What the hell am I doing at a church?"
"Angie, please! Why are you acting like this?" Ally asked, even though she already had an idea (she didn't want to accept that someone else was in control of her friend's body, especially someone who was so blasphemous).
"For the last time, I'm not this Angie girl you're ..." She stopped when she realized what was happening. Oh no, she thought. "I just switched with someone. Didn't I?"
The cheerleader girl slumped a bit and nodded.
Angie stood dazed for a moment. One second she was in the crowd at the Baptist church, listening to Reverend Jacob Foster, and the next she was standing in some strange store she had never seen before.
As her head cleared, she looked down at herself ... and she nearly lost her sanity. Instead of her high-necked, long-sleeved blouse and a long denim skirt, she was wearing a black short-sleeved full-length dress, with a low neckline, making her cleavage very visible. Around her waist was a blood red corset and she wore fishnet gloves on her hands. Her Mary Janes were also gone, now replaced with a pair of heeled black boots. She felt ill as she took all of this in. What had happened to her? Why was she wearing this sinful outfit that she wouldn't be caught dead in?
She turned her head and that's when she noticed that her hair wasn't in a bun anymore, as she felt it hit her shoulders. She grabbed at it and saw that it was no longer light brown, but rather black with red highlights.
What happened to me? she thought. Why ... She stopped when her eyes landed on one of the store shelves. Her eyes followed the shelves left and right. There was nothing but demonic merchandise. She turned around and looked at the shelves behind her and she saw the same thing. Looking over the shelves, she saw the entirety of the store. Three or four people (all dressing in black and having an assortment of piercings and tattoos) were shopping around, looking at merchandise. Over the speakers, she could hear the quiet sound of haunting organ music.
She had to get out of there.
Angie rushed down the aisle and nearly collided with one of the shoppers. This one was a teenage boy wearing a black T-shirt over a fishnet shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. Everything about him seemed black. He was even wearing black lipstick and eyeliner. Angie felt ill again. She fell against one of the shelves and noticed a few pentagram necklaces on display. Her disgust was reinforced.
"Athena? Why are you running?" the boy asked.
Angie ignored him and ran around him and out of the store. Once outside, she saw the store's sign: The Occult Stop. How could she even take one step into that sinful place? Had she completely lost her mind? And why was she dressed like this?
The Goth boy bolted out of the store and stopped next to her. "Athena, why did you run away like that? Are you okay?"
"Get away from me," Angie snapped, then turned and walked away. She needed to know what was happening to her. But more importantly, she needed to get away from this place and get rid of these clothes.
"Athena, it's me. Trevor. Your friend. Tell me what's ..." the boy said, grabbing her arm. Angie slapped his hand away and suddenly he looked dazed, like he didn't know where he was. But Angie didn't notice. She was too busy running away.
