"I wish that when Zoe's clothes change, she would act more like a girl would would wear clothes like that. I wish she would be aware of the change in personality, but that she would not be able to stop herself."
"Oh Jon, you're really mean!" Karyn chided.
"Pah, it's only for a week," he smiled and put his feet up on the coffee table.
Zoe had been in her room for a couple minutes, frantically pulling clothes from her closet to change into when suddenly she stopped. Something was wrong. She dropped the shirt she was holding on the floor and absentmindedly walked to her make-up mirror. She looked herself up and down. Tight jeans, cleavage, all the same as before, but there was something else.
She sat down and opened her purse, pulling out the make-up from within. While she knew she should change into her regular clothes, something about the way she looked in this outfit with her regulation goth make-up didn't work. She wiped clean the existing make-up and began fresh. Blush, eye-liner, lipstick, all things she wasn't sure how to use but seemed to apply itself. When she was done she made a kissing gesture and saw how slutty she looked.
Extremely slutty.
She was filled with shame and joy all at once. Why had she done this to herself? At the same time, why had she not done it earlier?! She could imagine the leers from boys at school, like the ones earlier that day, and relished in the objectification. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it. She was sexy, so she would have to use it.
She fluffed up her tits, made sure her cleavage was maximized, grabbed her pink purse and trotted back out the door, ignoring the part of her mind screaming to go back and change.
