"Well, we'd better find her. Where is her..." Jon suddenly felt disoriented, and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Zoe looked very different.
Zoe usually wore a black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks. But the only thing that looked the same were the boots.
The thing that stood out the most was that the pale...she was still pale, Zoe was carrying a black parasol. Her miniskirt had expanded outward into a full-length skirt and a bodice. She wore black gloves.
He frowned. Zelda was a cybergoth. What had she wished for that had changed Zoe into a more Victorian style goth?
He looked around. Things seemed very different. There were still cars on the street, but they looked ancient...lots of bronze, and funny controls. He looked up. "Is that a blimp?" He asked.
"That's a dirigible. Are you feeling all right?" Zoe asked him.
