"Wow, it worked," Zoe mouthed.
"I still can't hear you, Zoe. Why the fuck can't I hear you?" Jon asked, beginning to panic.
Zoe had always fantasized about having a Goth brother; someone who could see things her way; someone she could look up to; someone like her. And now it was real.
Jon stood there, looking completely different. Black-dyed spiky hair, pale skin, black make-up and piercings. Wearing a nylon shirt, a long black leather skirt, and black boots. And around his neck - a spiked collar. Even his bedroom had changed, now looking like a boy's version of Zoe's room.
"Hmm, what should I do with my new gothic brother?" Zoe asked.
Jon still couldn't understand what she was saying.
