Jon realized that unless Zoe realized something was wrong, it wouldn't be torture at all. With that in mind, he worded his wish carefully.
"I wish that all for seven days Zoe would find all her clothes turning into sexy, revealing girlie clothes. I wish that she would notice the changes, but would not be able to figure out what was going on."
The rock grew hot in his hand, not hot enough to burn, but enough to fill him with the satisfaction that his sister's torment was underway.
"Oh, you're cruel," Karyn smiled, sitting on his bed.
"Not that cruel," Jon replied, "It's only for a week. After that she can dress however she wants - if she has any goth clothes left that is."
Zoe wondered what Jon and Karyn were laughing about as she made her way from the bathroom to her bedroom to get dressed for school. She had her long black dress laid out on her bed, and when she had the door firmly shut behind her she quickly donned it. She made sure that her Doc Martens were tied tightly before she slipped on her black fishnet gloves so as to not tear them. Glancing quickly in the mirror she smiled at her dark make-up and straight black hair. She was ready.
She left the bedroom, and made her way outside when she heard laughter again from the house. She turned around and saw Jon and Karyn peaking out of his window. "What are you laughing at, dorks?" she snidely shot up.
"Oh, nothing," her brother replied, "have a nice day at school!"
"Whatever," she muttered, as she made her way down the sidewalk, not yet noticing her nice new pink bowed pumps that adorned her feet.
