After Zoe closed her bedroom door behind her, she suddenly doubled over as an intense pain overtook her. The mist appeared again, out of nowhere, but this time it didn't swirl around her. Instead, it filled up her entire room.
And then the change began to happen. Her eyes went wide as she watched the contents of her bedroom changing right in front of her. She tried to move, to try to stop what was happening (as if she could), but she found that she couldn't move her body. Helpless, she watched as her room lost all of its gothic look and took on a more plain and conservative look that she would normally have vomited at the sight of. But for some reason, she felt pleased at what she saw.
Then her appearance began to change. Her hair turned back to its normal light brown color, her skin tanned to a more normal natural shade, and she gained height. She couldn't see from her point-of-view, but she wasn't just getting taller. She was getting older. Eighteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty ... and she didn't stop until she got to the age of thirty-five.
And then her clothes began to shift and change around her new mature body. Her gothic clothes were no more and she couldn't be more pleased. It was bad enough that her three daughters (Jenna, Mika, and Linda) embraced that lifestyle ...
She stopped. Daughters? She didn't have daughters. Did she?
She looked back down and suddenly her confusion disappeared. She was now dressed in a tight blouse that was appropriate for a mother, but still showed off her impressive figure, a pair of Capri pants, and a pair of 3-inch heels.
Then that weird mist got smaller and smaller and floated out her window, which was now no longer covered by the black curtains that were there just moments earlier. Zoe loved the feel of the sunlight on her skin. It made her feel alive.
She turned around and headed back out into the hallway, forgetting the reason she came back in her bedroom in the first place.
