(I made a mistake in the last chapter, here is the correction
Jon needed a six to win, this was going to be close, his final die slowed down eventually stopping on 6.
"I won" Jon said "Sorry but it looks like you'll be Goth a little longer"
"That's not fair" Zoë wined "Well there's nothing we can do about it"
But Zoë didn't have a chance to answer as they both started glowing.
The best way to describing the transformation was pixilation. Zoe felt a familiar numbing tingling across her entire body and it felt like it split into many small pieces and reshuffle into a new form. Zoë found herself half a foot taller her hair reached her mid back; it was jet black and now had blue. She wore a sleeveless short gothic dress with layers of tulle, a black under bust corset with white lining. A tattered white apron, Gothic opera gloves with ribbons and bows ornament, spike heels with spikes jutting out the sides, spider-web stockings and a lacey head thing (no idea what it's called) her features matured and shifted ever so slightly so she didn't look like she was related to her former family.
"How may I fucking serve you, young master" Zoë automatically said
