Even after the cloud left the kitchen, the two of them were still staring at each other, not sure of what to say.
They had been completely transformed, both by age and gender. There was no way that they could prepare themselves for something like this. It just didn't make any sense. But here they were. Mikey was a young woman and Linda was a young boy.
Then, suddenly, the silence was broken as Mikey's Goth sister Zoe entered the room. But unlike normal, she wasn't Goth. She just looked like the typical teenage girl, wearing a tight gray T-shirt and a pair of jeans and sneakers. Her natural brown hair was tied back into a ponytail.
She walked right into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, as if nothing was different. After taking out the carton of orange juice, the glanced over at the young woman who used to be her little brother Mikey.
"What?" she said. "Why are you looking at me like that, Michelle?"
Michelle? Mikey thought. "I ... uh ..."
"Have you seen Mom?" she asked. "I wanted to go out with my friends today."
"No," Linda said firmly. "I told you before. I don't want you hanging out with those Goth ..."
"Lonny," Zoe said, cutting off the young boy that used to be her mother. "I said I wanted Mom's permission. Not yours. And what do you mean by 'Goths'? My friends aren't Goths. Those guys are kind of freaky. I try to stay away from them." She grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, then poured the orange juice in. "So, have either of you seen Mom?" Zoe asked.
