The Power of Zoe's Mind

"And what exactly *is* your type?" Biff asked. "Goths are my type!" Zoe yelled, causing Biff to flinch. "You're nothing like them!" "Nothing like them?" he asked. "Yeah, you're ..." Zoe stopped and stared. Suddenly, Biff looked different. She blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. He had black eyeliner, piercings in his ears and nose, and ... his body was no longer tan and muscular. Instead, it was pale and lanky. He stood up from the bed and walked over to his closet. After opening it, Zoe got a fair glimpse of his wardrobe, which was very dark and gothic now. He pulled out a fishnet shirt and put it on. What had happened? It was like Zoe made it happen with her mind. But that was impossible, right?