"Dayum, girl," she heard her mom say, as she got close enough to see her new look. "You one fine lookin' bitch."
Sarah smiled. "Thanks, Mamma," she said. Finally, someone appreciated her new look. Her mom was dressed in just a sports bra and a skin-tight pair of jeans which hugged her ass quite nicely. It was quite a bit more informal than she usually looked, but Sarah approved. She had that sort of "street" look that Sarah had been going for when she was at the mall.
"You ain't got nothin' in doze bags for me, do ya?" her mom asked.
"Don't know if dey fit you, Momma."
"Dat okay, sugar. Ah jus go shoppin' tomorra and get me some new clothes den. Da stuff ah gots here ain't gonna cut it for me no mo."
Sarah turned and looked into the kitchen. That box containing the green-colored stone was still sitting on the table. But the stone was outside the box. Her mom must have taken it out. "Momma, did you mess wit mah stone?"
"Yeah, ah sees it dere an wonder what it is. But it ain't nothin' but a paperweight. Now if ya excuse me, ah gots a show ta watch." Her mom walked into the TV room, then yelled out "What da fuck kinda shit show is dis?" Sarah walked into the TV room and saw her mom change the channel to the BET network. "Dats better."
Sarah felt like watching too, but she had to get her shopping bags upstairs to her bedroom.
Unknown to either Sarah or her mother (Susan), the green-colored stone was imprinted with the personality of Lashawndra Jones. Anyone who touched the stone would instantly have their personality replaced by Lashawndra's. Their memories didn't change, but their desires and lifestyle choices would be different. Case in point, Sarah acting like a black chick at the mall.
And these changes were permanent ... unless Lashawndra decided to change that. But for the moment, she had no intentions to.
