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I was tired of those upscale so-called popular girls calling me out. They needed a target and being goth was an easy one. I needed to find a way, I needed to find a way to get them from the inside. I thought, why not be one of them. I started loosely looking for clothes and ways to act then, this one youtuber told me there was a drink that could make you into one of them. I was excited then kinda freaked out. What if it worked? There was a way to change back but would I really want to at that point?
But what was clear was that I was doing social justice against those girls, it was not revenge, it was higher than that. I was cleansing the school. Most of the things that it called for were things easy to find in the kitchen then it was a thing or two from a couple other uncommon places, scary sounding to use but in very small doses. I looked at the now rosy colored liquid. I watched how the rose color contrasted from my black colored nails. Of all the people that would have gotten scared in that school, this goth girl had goosebumps.
I said “F” it and I shallowed it down. I was hoping partly it was an overnight thing but another part of me just wanted it over with. I watched as my black nails turned pink. Both on my finger nails and my toe nails. Then I watched as my carefully guarded skin went from a pale white to a golden kept up tan. I went into my bathroom. I watched at my purple and black hair turned to a golden blonde. As the golden blonde came in, I felt my mind go calm and soft. My eyes now looked healthy and so did my lips, like I was using eye creams and lip moisturizers.
My loose rock girl top turned slowly into a tight pink hoody that slowly made my breasts stand out and it met very closely at my stomach line. My simple underwear felt tighter and a pair of pink pants to match the hoody grew over my legs and held up my butt. Nothing much had changed but my nature features were merely enhanced to appear like those popular girls. My now long curled hair was over my shoulders. I was amazed at how good it was.
But then I realized that I had a block. I tried to think of my goth bands but all I could think of was Bruno mars, dam that man was sexy. I shook my head. But it occurred to me that I not only looked like them but I thought like them. My memories and mission were intact but the way I behaved, at that moment my hand naturally put my hair over the shoulder. I was the perfect spy. I also felt very comfortable with myself. Sure, it was smug but it felt kinda good. I was a down lately and it was nice to feel good about myself for a bit. I with my new sleepwear went to sleep.
I woke up naturally early, I had a lot of makeup work to do. All of my makeup was magically there for some reason. I started with my routine. It took me a while but it was scary when I got done, I looked better than the most popular girl in school! I went to get dressed, everything was tight and pink, tight skirt, tight top and a light cropped jacket. I looked in the closet and groaned, high heels. I put them on and grabbed my now leather pink purse.
I threw on my mini backpack, knowing that most of my stuff was in my locker at school. I grabbed an apple on the way out and I started walking until a guy from school picked me up, a girl like me does not ride a bus, if the guy did not pick me up, I was going to walk to school. He dropped me off and glanced at me with sexy smile. I returned one back and got out. He was one of the sexiest guys at school and he was eating out of the palm of my hand.
I went straight for the group of girls. They at first were stunned. Then the top girl tests me, “where did you come from b#tch?” my normal way was to back away but I felt my sassy self-come back “excuse me b#tch what did you call me?” She backed up and the other girls loved that, it was quick maybe not all at once but I was now the team leader.
We went through classes, I took them in as my own. Then I learned which boys they were dating, who was double crossing who secretly, basically, I learned all of their little secrets. The part of me that wanted to stay this way, knew that to do this right, I had to disappear after. So, after classes when the school was almost empty as much as those girls wanted me to come with them, I told them I would catch up. I went through each locker and slipped secrets into many. I left shortly after. I met with the girls for smoothies at the mall. We talked about girl stuff, knowing in the back of my head what was awaiting them the next day.
I laughed to myself as the rich girl with a car dropped me back off at my house. It was late but this needed to happen. I went back onto YouTube and make the turn back liquid. I drank it, I felt my skin go back to feeling undercooked, and my ladies finally settled on my chest. It was a long night but it was worth it to feel normal again. I quickly went to sleep.
I woke up the next day and felt like switching it up. I put on some normal clothes, nothing over the top, just some plain jeans and a sweater shirt that I found in the back of the closet from a family member at Christmas. I might change back completely tomorrow but I slightly enjoyed switching it up a bit. I put my purple and black hair into a pony tail and went out the door.
I got to school and heard yelling, screaming, and adults trying to calm kids down. It was beautiful. I calmly went to my first class. The teacher had to wait until all the kids were in the principal’s office before class started. It was the best feeling in the world. The cherry on top was a kid in back saying “finally someone did something to that b#tch” This was kid that barely had said anything in the past and to hear those words perfect. But I really did not dislike those girls completely. I did them a favor. They needed to be humbled and learn there are other girls in the school besides them.
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