Angie gave a reluctant wave to her friends, but she felt disgusted looking at them. They were dressed in pink, preppy clothes with bubbly personalities; it all reminded her of how she had been just a few days ago. That was before the personality swap with Spike.
Slipping into his gutter punk aesthetics was easy. Pulling from thrift stores and even swiping some of Spike’s old clothes was a no-brainer. There was a subculture for it on the college campus. She imagined it was all much more difficult for him -- trying to fit into his dropout crust punk lifestyle with her perky preppiness.
However, external styles were the simple part of the personality swap. The fact that she now felt like a guy trapped in a woman’s body was a much more difficult struggle. And seeing all these femme, preppy girls was somehow making it that much worse...
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