After her dizziness had cleared, she opened her eyes and got a major shock. And it was a shock formed from her worst dreams. It was like her greatest nightmare had come true, because reality had changed. Zoe had no idea how, but as soon as she had crumpled up that note, the universe had become different.
And not for the better.
The change hadn't affected the people around her, as far as she could tell, but had rather focused on her. Gone were her black and purple beautifully dramatic clothes. Gone was her strictly curated pale skin. Gone was her long black hair. Zoe was completely different. It was like some kind of nightmare.
Her hair, as she could see strands hanging before her face, was long and blonde. Her skin, as she looked down, was deeply tanned. Her clothes were horrific. A tight white tank top, extremely short denim shorts, and a pair of brown tasseled moccasins. Her breasts were contained by a black push-up bra, easily seen through the thin white material of the tank top. Her underwear, she could feel, was a thong.
While this was traumatizing enough, it wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was what was going through her mind.
Part of her, the part Zoe knew, the personality that Zoe had always had, wanted nothing but to run away from this crowded hallway, scrape off whatever make-up she was sure she was wearing, and tear off the offending garments. The other part, the part that was far more dominant, the part that was so terrifying, was thinking something very different.
There's Steve! she thought, I wonder if he thinks I look cute today!
Zoe blushed as the thought came unbidden.
Ooooh! Look at those heels! she thought, seeing Sarah McMillan walk by, So, like, totally hot!
Zoe's eyes widened. What the fuck was happening?
So many guys, so few holes, she thought, I hate being picky, but there's only so much time in any day.
Zoe squeaked at that last one. She wanted to die. The problem was, she wanted so much more to be fucked, to be admired, to be sexy. She looked at all the people she would have accused of being sheep just a few minutes earlier, and suddenly the opinion each one of them had of her mattered more than anything in the world. Did they like her? Was she pretty enough? What did she have to do to get them to love her?
She didn't know what had happened when she had read that note, but Zoe was pretty sure she had ended up in hell.
