Zoe stared at me, horrified. "Oh my God... I was acting like a mom... your mom..."
"Not really. Your sarcasm was a little sweeter than normal, and you pointed out the change to my contacts.." I answered, slightly worried as Zoe started having a full emotional breakdown. "Zoe? Its not that bad..."
"Bad? Have you lost your fuckin' mind? I'm going to be a thirty year old woman! I've lost sixteen years of my life because you that stone, Joanna. Give me it. I know you took it"
I remained still, my worry deepening. Using the stone when emotional like that seemed idiotic, but I certainly wasn't going to say that. It seemed Zoe's old goth self was resurfacing when she was angry. Plus, Zoe's math was wrong. Combined, it told me she would do much worse than be 'mommyfied' "Zoe.." I started, concerned.
"You can be the teen mom , and I can go back to being normal. Well, almost normal."
"Teen mom?"
"You heard me, and you want to know what is worse? I don't know if that is actually in my future. All the 'evidence' tells me I stopped being goth when I had you!"
"I doubt gender switching me, and turning me into a baby is in your future, Zoe" I said dryly.
"You'll be a great mother, Joanna. Better than the bitch anyway..." Zoe said, slightly unhinged.
"Maybe, but not today." Or this decade.
"I'd be back to normal... mom"
Things were getting out of hand, with Zoe and her brilliant ideas. First magic powers, now a body switch. "No, Zoe. You would not revert back to your normal, corpse-like charming self if you did a body switch. Beside, if i was in your body, what makes you think I'd stay as 'Zoe'?
"And have you deform my beautiful body?" Zoe snapped, much to my surprise. from her stunned reaction, I didn't think she intended it, either, since it was very un-Zoe like; she never gave any worry others' thoughts about her appearance. Zoe frowned and said in a much more rational voice, "Okay. plan B."
"Plan B?" I enquired, not liking the sound of it.
"I remain as mommy, and you become my sweet, girly three year old daughter."
"What!?" Of all the ideas Zoe had, this was the worst.
"You heard me, sweetie. Its win-win. I remain young, and you get to turn into the sweetest, girliest little girl possible. You can have tea parties, dolls, dress-up, pink.."
"Not happening, 'mom'. When did you like that stuff anyway? I can't see you wanting to inflict that onto your 'daughter' Besides, thirty is not 'old" I said, hoping not to make things worse A part of me wanted to rush for the stone, but I knew there as a chance that Zoe would beat me and actually action her insanity. I certainly didn't want to end up as a little girl. I didn't want to remain any kind of girl. Even during Zoe's madness, I felt self conscious about my attire, and I still was worried why I had to be back at home. Unfortunately, I got my answer as someone rang the doorbell.
