The astute business lady stood fixed in place for a moment, as if frozen by magic or lost in a hypnotic trance. Her changes began with her business pump, which began to turn a shiny rubbery black and extend up her legs, overtaking her business skirt and becoming heeled thigh-highs. Her skirt than stretched back down over them and wrapped around below her hips considerably tight, merging with her shirt and becoming leathery all the while. At the top, her rack expanded and suit became a sleeveless slick darkened halter top. Her tie turned into a spiked choker, and the 'ripped sleeves' of her former wear were converted into black fingerless gloves that could comfortably hold a guitar for any occasion. Finally her face melted into that of a glammed up, yet cocky appearance, with purple and black makeup splattering her face and than painting it with fierce visuals after.
The woman finally broke out of her trance and grit her teeth. Why was she in a place as shitty and dull as this, she needed to be at a cool club doing her gig or in a garage practicing for one.
All She knew how to party and have fun. Not a single care in the world would stop her from letting loose. Walking back and giving the goth girl a rude bump along the way, she was soon out of sight and on her way towards her new life.
The gothic youth could hardly believe it.
