Zelda awoke at the sound of her alarm clock and stretched her arms, as she got out of bed. It was Thursday morning. Only one more day until the big game, something that she cared nothing about back on Monday. But now it was all too important, considering that Zelda and her friends were now cheerleaders.
She never had any inclination of ever becoming a cheerleader. While other little girls played with dolls and dollhouses, and dreamed of being princesses, she read comic books and watched sci-fi movies. Of course, they were G or PG-rated movies, and not R-rated. But still, it was quite different than the other girls. She was fascinated by futuristic life and always pondered what it would be like. And in time, her dreams became a reality. She lived her fantasy. She became a cybergoth. But, of course, that life was gone. It now belonged to Melissa.
She walked over to a picture setting on her dresser. It was a photo of her and all the other cheerleaders, including Zoe, Athena, Sabrina, and Stephanie. They were all wearing their cheerleading outfits and smiling. Sabrina never looked so bright and cheery in her life. At least, not since Zelda met her.
She sighed, thinking about how she could possibly get through this day, and then got ready for it. After taking a shower, she put on her clothes, consisting of a tight light blue T-shirt, a denim miniskirt, and brown 3-inch heels. She really missed her silver and black body suits right now.
After freshening up her make-up, she grabbed her backpack and purse, and headed out.
When Melissa woke up, she grabbed her head, feeling the hairless surface of it. She had quite a headache and it took her a moment to figure out what was going on. She ran her hand over her head and still felt nothing but skin, until she got to the other side and felt the dreadlocks of hair that draped down. Then she remembered. She had been switched with a cybergoth, and now she was a cybergoth.
As her headache slowly faded away, she looked down at herself. She was wearing a black latex body suit and black buckled boots. Little by little, she remembered the events of the previous night. Her new friend Wendi picking her up and taking her to that rave club, the dancing, the music, all the strangely dressed people (who were really no more strangely dressed than Melissa). She remembered all of it.
And most importantly, she remembered how she felt.
She got up from the bed and turned on her CD player. It played the CD that Zelda had put in the previous night. Melissa closed her eyes and listened to the trance music, with its hypnotic thumping beat. Thump, thump, thump, thump. She closed her eyes and basked in it. And she stood that way for the entire length of the song, which ended up being at least seven minutes. When it was over, she opened her eyes and realized that she had just been standing in the middle of her room, mesmerized by the techno music. She quickly turned off the CD player. Not because she didn't enjoy the music. But because she enjoyed the music too much. She had to get to school. She didn't have time to sit (or stand) around listening to music.
She unzipped her body suit and removed her boots, then headed to the shower. Her parents were still on their cruise until the weekend, so she had the whole house to herself. There was no need to cover herself up with a towel.
After her shower was over (and it was an odd shower, considering her odd hair), she came back into her room and picked out a new outfit to wear. And it ended up being even more strange than previous one.
She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. A silver latex body suit with the black boots she wore the previous night. On her lips she had applied silver lipstick and around her eyes, silver eyeliner and silver eyeshadow. As bizarre as it was, she liked what she saw. In fact, the only thing she thought that could make it better was if she dyed her hair silver as well. This cybergoth lifestyle was starting to become appealing to her. And considering how strange this lifestyle was, part of her felt a bit disturbed at her new-found feelings of acceptance.
When she was done looking herself over, she grabbed her schoolbag and left for school.
