Sabrina grabbed a pill from the bottle marked Profanity Pills and stood up with a smile at the thought of her mother swearing like a sailor. Then she frowned, realizing that Mommy goody-two-shoes would already be in bed. Sabrina set her alarm earlier than she normally would and tried to get some sleep.
***
The alarm went off and Sabrina popped out of bed. She sneaked downstairs and grinned deviously at her luck: her mom had started the coffee already and then left it while she showered. Sabrina poured herself a cup of coffee and dropped the Profanity Pill into the pot. She was pleased to see it dissolve instantly.
Sabrina took her untainted coffee back upstairs and drank it as she dressed for the day. She put on her favorite threadbare black jeans, which appeared to be held together by patches and safety pins. Then she slipped on a pink, long sleeve fishnet shirt and a black halter style corset. The corset slightly cinched her waist, did wonderful (according to the looks she got when she wore it) things to her breasts, and was covered in buckles. Her make up favored a dark goth style, but was had bright punk accents in pink to match her hair. Sabrina finished her coffee, put on her high heeled leather ankle boots, and went downstairs to see if the pill had done anything to mommy-dearest.
She entered the kitchen to see her tight-ass mother pouring herself a cup of coffee. Sabrina wondered if it was her first or second cup, then noticed her mom stop and inspect her daughter's fashion choice.
"Dammit," the conservative older woman said. "Why does my fucking daughter have to dress like such a fucking freak?"
Sabrina smiled, it had worked! "Come on mom, it's not that bad."
"Shit, don't tell me about 'not that bad' when my little slut of a girl is made up like a fucking zombie whore."
Sabrina had to leave the room to keep from laughing. The pills worked and now there was plenty of fun to have.
