I didn't want to go to the mall. It was bad enough going the previous night to get food, and somehow, I knew food was the last thing on Zoe's mind. i knew the look she had when annoyed, and her own changes certainly did not affect her ability to scowl. "Zoe. Listen to me. I'm sorry. I know you don't want your own changes but you have to understand..."
Zoe made a buzzer noise. "Wrong answer, Anna. If your stupidity is going to turn me into a mom, then I'm going to act like a mom. I'm not going watch my daughter turn herself into some vapid, giggling bimbo, so we're going shopping.."
"So you really think I want that?! Least let me get my own clothes" I demanded. Who knows what style Zoe would inflict on me, plus it made me feel like a child. I could tolerate being early teens since I had some freedom, even though I hated the being turned into a girl thing, but a little girl. I knew only Zoe would gain any benefit out of that.
"Nope. I need my daughter to look presentable..." Zoe said. My eyes boggled; Looking presentable? From Zoe? She spent the past two years protesting the same thing! I wanted to snicker at the irony of the situation, but i wanted to not antagonize Zoe further. Especially not to her face, since she had gotten out, and was about to open my door.
"Trust me, I... um Zoe " I said, stopping mid sentence, as Zoe had spontaneously changed. Her skirt had changed to a darker grey and lost its pleating, her knee socks had turned shear and crept upwards becoming pantyhose, and her maryjanes had sealed and grown a 2 inch heel. A matching grey jacket had gone over her still unchanged school blouse. It made her look like if she was now St Mary staff. I gulped. No way Zoe could pass as a teen now.
"What? If you think you're getting out of a much needed..." Zoe demanded, before stopping. She noticed her own changes. A part of me hoped it would force her to abandon her scheme, but my hopes were quickly crushed. Minutes later, I was in some sort of salon/spa , being seated whilst Zoe was paying for and telling the assistant something I wish I could hear properly. All I could hear was 'mistake' and 'tomboy'. As well as Zoe saying she'll be back soon with some new clothes.
"So Annie. Your mom said you made a mistake with your hair" the assistant said.
I tried not to roll my eyes. "You could say that" I replied.
" Ok. Close your eyes and I'll get to work" the assistant said. I did, and atter a while, i felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw it was Zoe.
"What is going on?" I demanded.
"You feel asleep. Its been two hours. You must had really needed it, Annie" Zoe said, smiling in a way I didn't like. I turned from her I saw my reflection. I gasped; somehow my own wish generated hair was gone, replaced by blonde like Zoe. I definitely was looking more like her daughter now, and i would fit in a lot better with both Katie and Paige. The pigtails were also gone, replaced with a ballerina bun, which I thought wasn't much of an improvement. The worst thing was the cosmetics, since someone had given me a touchup, and whoever it was seemed to forget other colors than pink existed. Even my hands were done, since my nails were longer, and of course, painted pink. I looked further down, thankful for my uniform, since it meant my toes would be intact, but I gave a horrified yelp. Gone was my uniform, and somehow Zoe found something far worse. I was wearing pale pink tights and a leotard that brought out the best/worst of my developing figure Zoe had dressed me as a ballerina. The only part that wasn't was the mary janes that i had worn in.
"'Mom' What the.." I demanded, but Zoe cut me off.
"I knew you'd like it. Its good to see you looking back to normal. Come on. We're late"
