Sarah ran a hand through her black-dyed hair. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"It's black."
"Yeah...so?" Sarah asked.
"But...it is supposed to be blond," she said.
"I never liked myself as a blond," Sarah said. "I don't think it suits you either, but its your body."
"Yeah," Stephanie said, still staring at her. Another pounding headache overwhelmed her vision. She looked at Sarah again, and saw what she was wearing and closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them Sarah would be back to normal.
It didn't work. Sarah was still wearing her clothes. She was afraid to look down, but had a sneaking suspicion she was wearing pink.
