Having Zoe do any sort of non gothic thing was a major concession, but it was something I did not want to do. All I wanted to do was get out of the uniform and stop feeling like I was slowly turning into a girl. "Pass. I already feel girlish enough as it is"
""Please, You know how much I'd love to. You won't even look like a corpse" Zoe urged.
I gave a faint smile; looking like a corpse was the latest thing mom and Zoe argued about since Zoe was very pale. Black lipstick, black talon like nails and a Victorian dress with petticoat certainly reinforced the idea Zoe looked like she was attending her own funeral. "Guess you took that to heart."
"How could I not? Stupid bitch. Its my life. Least you get it, Jon" Zoe whined. "She glanced over towards the stone, still resting on one of my maryjanes. I scowled at the thought, that I've taken possession of them already and doubly at the thought of Zoe taking the stone and making a wish.
"Stop!" I yelled as Zoe grabbed the stone. "That thing seems to backfire. I Told you what I think is happening to Karyn, that her makeover is slowly turning her into a bimbo" I spat out. "What would be the effects of you wishing mom to be more accepting of you? It would probably change YOU, not her." Zoe wavered.
"Doubt it."
"Ï can picture you lying on your bed, taking selfies, your hair back be being blonde.. in pigtails...."
Zoe glared at me. "Since becoming a girl, Anna, you've become real timid. "Don't tell me you're becoming some kind of sheep."
"Just looking out for you, Put down that stone and I'll let you do a small makeover. Just don't call me Anna." I offered. I didn't want to let her do it, of course, but I figured it would be better than Zoe making a wish. Especially an emotional wish. "Just let me get out of this stupid uniform. No goth stuff."
"Why? I think St Mary's suits you."
Ï told you it was the only option I had. Plus, its too tight" It wasn't quite tight, which fueled my awkwardness wearing it but definitely ill fitting, since my midriff was exposed and had a few inches more between the end of the skirt and socks than the uniform intended
"Ï can see that" Zoe giving a rare giggle. "Wish it would fit better."
Horrified, Zoe and I saw the flash. "What have you done!?"I demanded, barely hearing Zoe's grabbled apology. When my vision cleared, least Zoe wasn't holding the stone anymore. Instead, she had her talons covering her mouth. Not a good sign. Instantly, I was afraid that the wish had given me breasts, or a girls' face, but one glance down told me that I had shrunk
