Steve Farber, one of the best-looking guys at school, as well as a womanizer, stood along the wall of the hallway hitting on a couple of girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those two freaks: Sabrina and Amber. Why did they have to dress that way? They could be so hot if they only acted like all the other girls.
"Freaks," Steve said, under his breath, as Sabrina and Amber passed by.
Suddenly, Steve felt different. He couldn't place as to why, but he did. Then, he started moving away from the two girls who were flirting with him. Why was he doing that? They were putty in his hands.
"Sabrina, wait up," he said. No way did I just talk to that freak, Steve thought to himself. He tried to turn around and walk back to the two girls he was hitting on, but he couldn't. What's the matter with me? It's like someone else has control of my body.
Sabrina turned and saw who used to be Steve "The Stud" Farber, but was now more like Steve "The Goth" Farber. She smiled. Steve was just as much a pain in the ass as Amber was. This was gonna be good.
"Hey, Steve," Amber said. Oh no! It's happened to Steve too? Amber thought, inside her mental prison. His appearance was so different. His white T-shirt and jeans were now a fishnet shirt and black leather pants. On his feet were black boots, around his neck was a spiked collar, and he had several piercings in his ears, nose, and one in his lip. Black lipstick covered his lips and black eyeliner surrounded his eyes. His former light-brown hair had become a spiky blue-dyed mohawk. He was a freak! No way was any girl going to date someone like that.
"Are you coming to my party tonight?" Steve asked them. Party? What party? What am I talking about? Steve asked in his mind, never to get an answer.
"Fuck yeah," Amber said. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Me neither," Sabrina said, although she didn't know anything about it.
"Good," Steve said, apparently pleased.
