"Err," I said, "Sure...Where do you want to go...babe?"
"How about the Graveyard?" she smiled, referring to a local restraint that was a main hangout for the town's goths."
"I don't know," I replied, still trying to get used to my new situation and trying to ignore Karyn's poorly hidden smirk.
"Aww," pouted Xenia, slipping her hands into my back pockets and squeezing my ass playfully "You never want to go to the cool places in this crummy town. You know, sometimes I wish you were a Goth too."
Xenia, Karyn and I were forced to look away, and when we looked back, I saw that Xenia was staring at me in shock. It was then that I remembered I'd put the stone in my back pocket.
My short brown hair was now long and dyed jet black with violet streaks and I now wore black baggy jeans, platform boots, a tight tee-shirt and a heavy black greatcoat. My skin was paler and I had dark grey eye-liner on and black nail polish.
"Wha?" gasped Xenia.
