The meeting spot behind the treeline. It was Zoe's suggestion to Sarah and her friends that that's where they should meet every morning. But now the "new" Goths claimed it as their own. They liked it. They could be hidden from everyone, while also keeping an eye on everyone.
Sarah sat down on the rotting log and looked at her three friends - Melissa, Amber, and Jessica - now all completely Goths. On Tuesday, they hated what they were forced to live as, but now they embraced it, and preferred it. They all agreed that they never wanted to be preppy cheerleader bimbos ever again. They had gained a sense of individuality and purpose that they didn't want to lose. And they no longer yearned to be popular.
"Hey, girls," Tiffany said, entering the meeting spot. She sat down next Sarah and crossed her legs. "Do you know what I have in a cage at home?"
"Cage?" Melissa asked.
"That's right. A cage." She looked around, waiting for someone to guess.
"Just fucking tell us already," Amber said, after a time.
"Zach Jones. I've been using him as a guinea pig."
"For your spells?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah. And I can confidently say right now that I can cast almost any spell you want. I can even change us back to normal, if you want. See?" She waved her hand in front of Amber and said "Reverto ut ordinarius pro angustus vicis."
Suddenly, Amber's gothic clothes transformed into her previously preppy clothes, consisting of a pink halter top and white pleated miniskirt. Her general appearance was also back to normal. Pink lipstick, pink nail polish, even her hair was back to its natural color.
She looked around at her gothic friends and smiled shyly. Then she giggled. "Whoa, I feel weird. I forgot how bubbly I used to be," Amber said, before giggling again.
Then, after about thirty seconds, she transformed back into a Goth.
Her eyes burned with anger. And after grabbing the front of Tiffany's dress, she yelled "I can't believe you did that to me, you fucking bitch!"
"Relax!" Tiffany said. "It was only a demonstration. I was never going to make it permanent. Unless you want it that way."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Amber asked. "Why would I want to be that fucking ditz again? Ugh."
"I never thought you did," Tiffany said. She looked down at Amber's hands, which were still clutching her dress. "You can let go of me now."
Amber hesitantly let go, then sat back down.
"Thanks," Tiffany said, before sitting back down next to Sarah.
"So, you can do anything, huh?" Sarah asked.
"Almost," Tiffany answered. "It's not as hard as it looks, you know. And when I got the hang of it, it was kind of fun."
"It sounds like it," Jessica said. "Can you show us something else?"
"Sure," she said, about wave her hand again.
