Against better judgment, Stephanie looked down at herself. Yep, it was just as she feared. She was wearing Sarah's clothes. She felt revolted at the sight. It was far too pink and far too preppy. She felt like a living Barbie doll.
"Ugh," Sarah said. "I don't know how you can stand all that pink."
"What do you mean? I thought pink was your favorite color," Stephanie said.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sarah asked. "I hate pink. You know that."
Slowly, Stephanie was realizing that whenever Sarah received one of her "aspects", she acted as though things were always like that. She laughed to herself, imagining Sarah McMillan as a Goth girl. But the thing was, that was where things were headed, if things kept going the way they were. And while Sarah would become a Goth girl, Stephanie would become a preppy one. A Goth Sarah intrigued her, but she didn't want that happen at the expense of herself.
Maybe if she got away from Sarah, the headaches would stop and she could preserve what little was left of herself.
