Zoe Madison was glowering in her room, her stereo blaring heavy metal whilst she brooded over her contempt for society at large. Zoe was a typical teenage goth, all dark makeup and clothing but really more angst than anything else. She was a couple of years younger than Jon, and would have been fairly attractive if not for her antisocial tendencies and slightly gaudy sense of style. Her room was what you might expect of a teenage goth, painted black and decorated with all manner of grim and morbid decor.
Zoe's dark contemplations were interrupted when the heavy ambiance of her usual music was replaced by a much more upbeat tune, an infuriatingly bubbly pop song. "What the fuck?" Zoe mumbled, rising from her bed to investigate this unwelcome shift in listening. No sooner did she arise then did her bed seem to change, its sheets brightening to white with pastel pink accents. Zoe repeated her exclamation, but shortly afterwards a haze descended upon her mind and she froze, standing motionless in the middle of her changing room.
The room's color scheme began to brighten, changing from blacks and purples and reds to whites and pastel pinks and blues. The occult iconography and heavy metal band posters that adorned Zoe's walls were replaced with images from designer catalogs and pictures of shirtless men sporting chiseled musculatures.
Meanwhile, Zoe herself was going through dramatic changes, though her clouded mind barely registered them. Her dark makeup faded into a more fashionable scheme, her black lipstick lightening to frosted lip gloss. Zoe aged three years, going from the younger to elder of Mikaela's two children. Her body matured greatly, almost rivaling that of her Aunt Linda's amazing body.
Aunt Linda? She didn't have an Aunt Linda, did she? The fuzzy feeling in Zoe's mind seemed to intensify, as her nail polish changed from black to glossy white. Her hair lengthened, losing its black dye and lightening to a silvery white color. It gained a glossy, feathered style as it reached down to the middle of Zoe's back, as all manner of styling and care she just remembered doing took effect. Her skin, already quite pale, seemed to lose even more color, until it was an almost deathly pallor. Her eyes lost some of their color, turning a lilac color thanks to the partial transparency of her irises.
Meanwhile, Zoe's clothes were undergoing transformations of their own, changing from Gothic to more mainstream in fashion, and always brightening from their former black to pristine white. As noticeable as these changes in surroundings, appearance, and wardrobe should have been to Zoe, she seemed to pay them less and less mind as they went on, her mind settling back into cognition in a completely different state of mind. Her new persona had no qualms with the reality of a young Aunt named Linda, the idea was just as natural as her mother Mikaela or her own condition.
Chloe Madison turned to the full length mirror that now hung from her door, inspecting herself. Chloe was an unusual sight, though by no means unappealing. An albino from birth, Chloe's condition were attested to by her milky skin, colorless hair, and pale eyes (which of course had contacts to offset their natural weakness). Earlier in life Chloe had been self conscious of her albinism, but thanks to the guidance of her Aunt Linda and an extremely fortunate body, Chloe had managed to rise to prominence in high school, and while she wasn't the highest on the pecking order, she enjoyed a good deal of popularity, as well as a surprising amount of suitors entranced by Chloe's pale beauty.
Looking at herself, Chloe could certainly see why. While she avoided overly revealing apparel due to her skins acute photosensitivity, Chloe wore outfits that accentuated her voluptuous form and flawless white complexion. Currently she wore a pair of white thigh high boots with six inch heels over latex pants that stretched against her impressive posterior, as well as a snow white sweater so tight that every observer could clearly see she lacked any sort of brassiere underneath to support her generous bust. Overall, the look complimented her unique features nicely, even if it was a little on the racy side. Satisfied with her appearance, Chloe reached for her phone, dialing a number that her former persona had neither knowledge of nor interest in.
"Hey girl, what's up?" asked Steve "the Stud" Farber, answering her call on the second ring.
"I was thinking we should hang out. Mind coming over here? I always get fried on days like this," Chloe explained, glancing through the shades of her window out into the sunny day.
"Sure thing babe, anything for you. So... should I bring anything?" Chloe's boyfriend asked, the sly implication evident in his voice.
"Bring whatever you want, but no guarantees," Chloe replied. "My family's all here, including my aunt from college." With that she hung up. No point in idle pleasantries, especially not as Steve was making his way over now. As the beautiful young albino returned to her bed to await her lover boy, the shifts in reality moved onward, finally coming full circle to Jon himself...
