Zoe sat down at the table and started to eat her salad. Just one day ago, she hated salad, but now she preferred it. It was just the thing to keep her lovely figure. Appearance was very important to her.
"Zoe. Don't eat until your brother comes back down," her mom said.
"Ugh," she grunted. "I told you I'm not eating with him."
"Zoe, he's your brother. Try to get along with him. Okay?"
"No way. Jon's a freak."
Her mom sighed, as Zoe resumed eating her salad.
As Sarah sat down in her usual seat, she looked around at her family. Just like the previous night, her father was cold and her mother was silent. But unlike the previous night, Sarah really didn't give a shit about what her family thought of her. If she wanted to dress like a vampire-wannabe, then that was her choice. Not theirs.
Whatever was left of her old personality was frightened by her almost complete devotion to her new Goth lifestyle. She no longer found it disgusting or freakish. She actually liked it.
Before she went to dinner, Tiffany made sure that Zach was securely placed in his cage. She didn't want her experiment to run free through the house or even through the neighborhood.
"I'm going to dinner now, Zach. I'll bring you back something."
"Thank you, Mistress," he replied, with a slur, as if he was drunk.
She smiled and left her room.
The thing that used to be Zach Jones huddled in the cage. He smiled, thinking of all the things he could do for his Mistress Tiffany. He adored her.
Zelda sat down at the kitchen table, across from her dad.
"You seem a little better today," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"More like yourself."
She looked down at herself. A tight T-shirt and denim miniskirt, just like what she put on that morning. But it seemed more normal now. It seemed right. This is the way she was supposed to be. Not that latex cybergoth weirdo. She no longer craved for that life. She had embraced this new preppy life and she loved it.
"I do feel a little better," she said, smiling cheerfully.
Her dad smiled back, then they ate dinner.
Sabrina Johnson used to be a bitchy dark-souled punk Goth who hated the world and everyone in it. But now she was the direct opposite. She was kind and gentle and she cared about the world and loved all that belonged to it.
She was sweet. And she liked it. And she never wanted to go back to being that cruel Goth bitch again. Not ever.
"Sabrina? What are you thinking about?" her mom asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just remembering something just I wish I could forget."
"Oh? What's that?"
She wondered if she should tell her, but then decided not to. She didn't want to frighten her mother with disturbing revelations.
"It's really nothing."
Her mom shrugged her shoulders, and Sabrina finished off her salad.
Lying on her bed, Jessica smiled. It had only been less than an hour since she had sex with Jon, but she could still feel the ecstasy that she received from it. She loved Jon. Really loved him. She loved the way he dressed, the way he talked, the way he thought. He was just as dark and disturbing as she was and ...
But she wasn't really dark and disturbing. That was only because she switched personalities with Stephanie Wright. She wasn't really like that at all.
Jessica sat up and looked at herself in her mirror. A tight black T-shirt displaying the image of a skull and crossbones, a black leather miniskirt, ripped fishnet stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with three-inch stacks. Just looking at her reflection seemed to reinforce the idea that the way she was right now was right. Maybe she wasn't like this a few days ago, but she preferred this. She liked being a Goth girl. And as her mind completely accepted her transition, her old persona completely disappeared. She still had her memories, but now they seemed like someone else's.
Her cellphone rang and she answered it. It was Jon. He wanted to know if she'd want to go out to The Spiked Pit with him and Amber. Of course, she said yes.
And without saying goodbye to her mom, who was eating dinner alone in the kitchen, Jessica left.
