Melissa kept running until she spotted a cop. She needed help, so a policeman seemed like someone who could help her. Although, really, probably no one could actually help her with her predicament. After all, people didn't normally swap bodies with other people.
She ran up to him, saying "You have to help me."
The policeman turned around and frowned at her. It was another one of those gothic kids. He didn't have time for their games, so he turned back to whatever he was doing.
Ticked off by the cop's dismissal of her, Melissa grabbed a hold of the man's arm ... and that's when it happened. Again.
The cop's body was surrounded by a purple glow and when the light was gone, so was the cop. Or rather, the cop was still there, but looked like someone else. Just like that street thug moments earlier, the cop had become a female version of himself ... and had also become gothic. This new Goth woman was dressed in a tattered black witch-like dress with a low neckline that showed off her pale cleavage. Around her neck was a black lace choker and on her arms and hands were fingerless elbow-length fishnet gloves.
"What ... what happened to me?!" the new woman exclaimed, totally in shock.
Melissa stared at the new gothic woman, then turned and ran away.
