Zoe had had enough. She was not going to stick around school to see her clothes change all day, she was heading home to get some regular clothes on and figure out what was going on.
She poked her head into the hallway which was now empty since class had started, and she shot out for the door. She click click clicked her way along on her pink heels, and before she knew it was outside on her way home.
Zoe fumed. What the hell could be going on with her outfit? She could have sworn she was wearing her regular goth clothes when she had left that morning, now instead she found herself in these heels and this red form fitting top.
She looked down at the offending garment. Her pale breasts looked twice their normal size in it, being pushed up and out. She lifted her hands to her top to try to adjust her cleavage when she noticed that her fishnet gloves were now gone. On her right arm she now had a number of braclets, and her nails were now painted red, a similar shade to her top.
"Not my top!" she shouted, correcting herself. A passerby gave her a strange look, then kept going.
Enraged, she doubled her pace toward home. By the time she got there...
