When Jon woke up the next morning, he couldn't wait to see what changes had occurred to his sister Zoe. He walked to her door and knocked on it.
"What?" Jon heard her say, through the door. She sounded as perturbed as ever.
"Zoe? Can I come in?"
He heard a ruffling noise and then the door opened, revealing the "new" Zoe. She was still Goth, but her make-up was a little toned down. Her black lipstick was gone and her pale complexion wasn't quite as pale. Even her hair didn't seem as black.
But what was really noticeable was what she was wearing. Like usual, she wore a black corset. But this corset was underbust, meaning the top of it stopped just below her naked breasts. The black miniskirt she wore was so short that he could see ... no, wait ... was she even wearing underwear? On her legs were fishnet stockings and on her feet were black knee-high lace-up boots with a 4-inch heel. If anything, she seemed more like a hooker than a Goth. But, of course, she was supposed to be a slut, so maybe that made sense.
"You're not gonna wear that to school, are you?" Jon asked.
"What are you? My mother? I can wear whatever the fuck I want."
"Isn't that against the dress code?" It had to be. She was practically topless.
"I'm gonna swap this corset with another. Are you satisfied?" She didn't wait for him to answer. She just slammed the door in his face.
She certainly seems to be acting like herself, Jon thought.
