Mikey looked down at himself, not understanding why he was now wearing a tight pair of shorts, a sports bra, and running shoes. It was like something a woman runner would wear.
"Ow!" he groaned, feeling an intense pain in his right foot.
"I told you not to walk on it," Linda said, rushing over to him. "I understand you like to exercise, but you're going to have to take a break from running for a while to let your foot heal."
"Is this the person who was hurt?" Jon asked. "I don't know him. Why is he in my house?"
Zoe looked around at the three people. The three strangers. She had this strange feeling that she should have known the boy wearing the sports bra, but she just couldn't remember what his name was. "I wish you would just tell me why you're in my fucking house!" she yelled, fed up that no one was giving her an answer.
All three stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
"Well?" Zoe asked, growing even more impatient. She glanced down at herself, but then shifted her focus directly at her clothes. Her eyes went wide, as she realized that she was no longer dressed in her typical Goth clothes. Instead, she was wearing ...
