"There is no magic in swapping clothing. We can just go inside and get undress and then you know, swap clothing." Abigail was wearing all black. Black jeans with a black shirt, black sneakers and socks. What she was wearing was definitely goth, but not particularly feminine. Except for her underwear which no one could see anyway.
"It wouldn't be just that. I could wear your clothes and no one would give me a second look."
"Oh they would do that. They look at me strangely all the time."
"No, no, no. I mean all our clothes would be swapped. Not just what we are wearing, but what we have in our closet too."
"I don't know. I've worn 'normal' clothes before. I like this stuff. I mean if you were wearing something black that might be fine, but I wouldn't want to be caught dead in what you are wearing, even if it was in a girls' style."
"I might have some black things in my closet you might like. Wait, I have an idea. Maybe we could swap out interest in being goth?"
"I didn't know you could swap something like that. I thought it had to be something concrete."
"Concrete?"
"Yeah, you know something you can put your finger on, like hair. Interest in being a goth is sort of hard to picture."
"I think it'll work. Once we swap interest in being goth, then we can swap clothing too."
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