Near the entrance to the mall, leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest and looking like she didn't want to be there, was Jon's sister Zoe.
Sarah smiled. She was the perfect person to use the bracelet on.
As Sarah approached her, Zoe noticed. She pushed herself off the wall and glared at her. "What do you want, you fucking bitch?"
Oh my, such language, Sarah thought. But no worries, I can fix that.
"Zoe, you're not a Goth girl. You're a popular preppy girl, just like me."
Suddenly, Zoe's black corset morphed into a pink halter top, her black ripped skirt turned into a white pleated miniskirt, her fishnet stockings disappeared, and her black buckled boots transformed into a pair of pink 4-inch open-toe heels. Her skin became tanned, her black-dyed hair became its natural light brown color, and all her black make-up turned pink.
"Of course I'm not a Goth, Sarah. Why would I want to be one of those disgusting freaks?"
"You wouldn't," Sarah said.
Zoe nodded. "Can we go to Victoria's Secret now?"
"Huh?"
"That's why we're here, right? Aren't they having a sale?"
"Uh, yes. Of course."
"I've been dying to get a set of lacy pink lingerie," Zoe said. She sighed and smiled contently. "I just love pink. Don't you?"
"Sure."
It was amazing. Zoe had completely forgotten that she was a Goth.