"Wow, it worked," Zoe mouthed.
"I still can't hear you, Zoe. Why the fuck can't I hear you?" Jennifer asked, beginning to panic.
Zoe had always fantasized about having a Goth sister; someone who could see things her way; someone she could look up to; someone like her. And now it was real.
Her new sister stood there, looking completely different from Jon. Long black-dyed hair, pale skin, black make-up and piercings. Wearing a black corset (which accentuated her cleavage), a black ripped miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks. And around her neck - a spiked collar and a necklace with a pentagram-shaped pendant. Even the bedroom had changed, now looking very similar to Zoe's room.
"Hmm, what should I do with my new gothic sister?" Zoe asked.
Jennifer still couldn't understand what she was saying.
