Standing at the door, looking at them with an expression of disbelief and confusion was Stacy Whitefield, Zelda's mother.
"What the fuck's wrong with you, Stacy?" Gillian asked. "Snap out of it." She slapped Stacy on the arm and suddenly the woman dressed in a floral sundress was engulfed in a silvery glow of light. When the light was gone, Stacy was no longer dressed in a sundress. In fact, she was dressed very similarly to her daughter Zelda, wearing a black latex bodysuit, a dark purple corset, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with 6-inch stacks. Her hair was dyed purple and was accompanied by several cyberlocks in the colors of violet, indigo, and blue, and atop her head she wore purple goggles, which had bio-hazard symbols stamped on them. Like Linda and Gillian, her make-up was dark and gothic.
Stacy blinked, then looked at her two friends Linda and Gillian. For some reason, she had this feeling for a moment that she didn't consider them as her closest friends, but that was ridiculous, right? They had been friends for years.
"Come on," Linda said. "Let's get the fuck outta here."
"Gladly," Stacy said. And with that, the three new gothic adults headed to ...
