As Sarah walked home, Amber tagged along. She really didn't want to go back her house and confront her dirtbag dad again, especially with how he treated her the previous night.
"Chad's cute," Amber said.
Sarah looked at her. "Really? You actually think that?"
"Well ... yeah. I know, I know. It feels weird saying that. But ... I've got these new feelings. I can't explain it."
"You don't have to. I know exactly what you mean." Sarah looked down at the bag Amber was carrying. It was from the store. "What did you buy?"
Amber smiled and opened the bag. "Check it out." She held up a spiked collar. Unlike the one she currently wore, this one had thinner and longer spikes. They looked sharp enough to cut.
Almost three days ago, both Sarah and Amber would have been disgusted by Goth fashion. But it seemed that they were now easily accepting it. And it had now gotten to the point where they didn't care if things went back to normal. They liked being Goth. Of course, just because their feelings changed about it didn't mean that they'd know how to be Goth. They'd just have to take it a day at a time.
Tiffany bent over her deformed servant. She wasn't joking when she said she needed Zach's help with her witchcraft. She used him as a guinea pig for various spells, and what emerged was something that wasn't quite Zach.
She had burned him, shrunk him, enlarged him, made him change shapes, levitated him, made him glow in the dark, and even changed his sex. There were so many different spells that Tiffany could cast and what she had already done was just the tip of the iceberg.
And still, Zach remained a faithful servant, letting Tiffany do whatever she wished with him.
She loved being a witch and she never wanted to return to normal. She was just having too much fun.
