Sarah and Zoe entered Sarah's bedroom, which looked so much like Zoe's old bedroom that she got nostalgic. "I wish I could have this bedroom back."
"You want this tomb? You can have it. Maybe we should swap houses."
Zoe glared at her.
"What?"
"Let's just get this over with," Zoe said. And each took off their clothes.
Zoe handed her outfit over to Sarah and she began to put it on. When she was done, she looked at herself in her mirror. Pale skin, black hair, piercings, a spiked collar, a black corset, a ripped black miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
"I look like a clown. A messed up clown. But a clown."
"I think you look great."
"With your twisted mind, I bet you would," Sarah said, looking back at Zoe. "Hey, put on my outfit. I put on yours."
"I'm not really looking forward to it," Zoe said.
"And you think I was?"
Zoe grunted, then proceeded to put Sarah's outfit on. After she was done, she looked in the mirror. Tanned skin, light brown hair, a tight lavender T-shirt with a low neckline (that showed off her cleavage), and a white pleated miniskirt.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sarah asked.
"What?"
Sarah bent down and picked up a pair of lavender open-toe 4-inch heels, the ones she wore that day.
"Do I have to?" Zoe whined.
"Yes. Of course you do." She saw a look of uncertainty on Zoe's face. "What? You've never worn heels before?"
"Is it so hard to believe?"
"Yeah, actually, it is."
"I wear boots, Sarah."
Sarah looked down at the boots she was wearing and wondered how a girl could go through life never wearing high heels. How was she going to go through life wearing boots all the time?
"Well," Sarah said. "Now you have to wear heels. Which means you have to learn how to walk in them. Put them on."
Zoe slipped her feet into the heels. It was weird how her feet were forced to rest at an angle. She kept thinking that her feet were going to slip out of them. When wearing her boots, Zoe's feet were always parallel to the ground.
"Okay, now walk. Across the room."
Zoe walked as best she could.
"No, no, no. You're not walking right. You have to walk more ... femininely. More gracefully. And keep your hands up." Sarah showed her how to do it.
"I feel ridiculous," Zoe said.
"Just walk."
Zoe sighed, then walked, mimicking what Sarah had done as best she could. She stumbled once, but mostly she did fine.
"Try it again," Sarah said.
Zoe did, and this time it was flawless.
"I think you'll do okay," Sarah said. "Just remember to be feminine."
"And you remember to not be feminine."
"Huh?"
"Don't walk like a girl. You're a Goth, not a pansy."
"Whatever."
"I'm serious. If I have to walk like you, then you have to walk like me."
Sarah wasn't liking this. But Zoe was right.
"Now," Zoe said. "How about those cheerleading pointers you promised me?"
