Zoe took off her clothes and put on the bedtime outfit she saw herself wearing the previous morning, the first day of her switch. She stood in front of the mirror, looking herself over. A tight pink T-shirt and red pajama bottoms with pink hearts all over them. When she first found herself in that outfit, she was horrified. But now, strangely, she was fine with it. Sabrina's comment about Sarah brainwashing Zoe bothered her. Sarah didn't do anything of the sort. In fact, she was a little reluctant to turn Zoe into anything, especially a popular girl. But, deep down, she felt a little ... off. Like she shouldn't be accepting all of this so easily. She did want her old life back, but for the moment she wasn't really all that uncomfortable with her current situation. And that bothered her.
Sarah sat on her bed, thinking about what her father said. Just from the context of their dinner "conversation", she figured that she was some sort of a disobedient rebel that did whatever she wanted, whether she was grounded or not. Her family hated her. Hated her.
The weird thing was, part of her didn't really care. The feeling seemed to come out of nowhere and kind of scared her a bit. She always strove for people's admiration and even worship. So to suddenly not care about that was a little scary.
Sighing, she took off her boots, then the rest of her clothes. All she wanted was to go to sleep and put this whole day to rest. She put on her bedtime clothes, consisting of a black T-shirt and gray pajama bottoms, and went to sleep.
Athena stood in front of her mirror, wearing a nightgown she found in her closet. It matched perfectly with the pink underwear she was wearing under her clothes.
It made her feel so sexy. And suddenly, those sexual urges returned. She tried to keep them back, but they were getting too strong for her to handle. Soon, she'd burst and she wouldn't be able to help herself.
Tiffany stood in front of her mirror. It was strange. She had the exact same body, but now she was no longer sexy. She was just, well, plain. She still had a good figure and all. But with frizzy hair, pale skin, no make-up, and her witch-like wardrobe, all the sexiness had disappeared.
Although, she did look good in a corset.
She shook her head and took off her clothes. Underneath she wore plain black underwear, nothing fancy.
"I'm a child of nature," she suddenly said, without thinking. She didn't even know where that came from.
In her closet, she found the black nightgown she discovered herself wearing the morning after she changed. She put it on, then went to bed, dreaming of better times.
Zelda laid in her bed, thinking about Melissa's call. It had only been two days, but she was already missing going out to the club. She missed the dancing, the music, the people.
She looked over at her CD player and saw a stack of CD cases sitting next to it. She looked through them earlier and saw that it was all pop music. Apparently, that was Melissa's favorite music, and now it was Zelda's. But she didn't think that it would "grow" on her as easily as trance music "grew" on Melissa.
She sighed, then went to sleep.
Melissa was already fast asleep, still dressed in her black latex body suit and black lace-up boots.
Sabrina laid in bed. She didn't want to sleep in her outfit, but also didn't want to sleep in those bedtime clothes she was in Tuesday morning. So, she slept in her underwear. Her pink underwear. It disgusted her.
She was not looking forward to the next day.
Amber was already asleep. Her lip bled out onto her pillow, causing a red stain. Right before she finally fell asleep, a foreign feeling of hate rose up inside her. She despised her father. Which was probably understandable, considering how he treated her, but still. Amber never hated anyone.
Stephanie took off her clothes and put on her "bedtime" clothes. A pink tank-top and pink pajama bottoms with dark pink hearts all over them. She never felt so silly.
Lying down in bed, she remembered back at the mall when she wanted to see what Athena bought. She remembered feeling really interested. She had no idea where that impulse came from. And as soon as she discovered it, it quickly disappeared. Was this because of the switch? Or was it something else?
Jessica laid down in bed, wearing a black T-shirt and black pajama bottoms with white skulls all over them. She never felt so disturbed. After looking around her new room, she deduced that she was not only really into the color black, but also into death. She apparently liked to spend time in graveyards and that sort of thing.
She wasn't sure if she could live this life.
