While it may have looked like she was wandering, she knew exactly where she was going. She headed straight to Tiffany Sanders' house, about two blocks away from the Madison home. It didn't occur to her how strange it was to be walking in her underwear outside, nor did it occur to her how odd it was that she should be heading to Tiffany's, who she had never visited before.
Her feet felt cold on the sidewalk, the temperature of the concrete seeping up through her skin and into her bones. She was glad that Tiffany's was as close as it was. If it was any further it might become very uncomfortable.
The door to the Sanders' household had opened for Zoe Madison without any problem, although when she closed it behind her she noticed that the deadbolt had been on. Not her problem, she told herself as she headed straight to Tiffany's room. As she entered, Tiffany gave Zoe a brief glance, then went back to fixing her boobs in her bra in the mirror. She seemed to be getting pleasure over maximizing her cleavage. Zoe rolled her eyes.
Crossing to the dresser, Zoe opened a drawer and pulled out a sexy bra and pantie set, slipped out of the ones she had been wearing and slipped into Tiffany's. A haze seemed to pass in front of her eyes, then she took her place in front of the mirror, where Tiffany the school slut had been moments before, and began to fix her own cleavage. Out of the corner of her eye Zoe could see Tiffany walk out of the room, leaving Zoe alone with her boobs.
And alone with her boobs was how she wanted to be. She was amazed that she had never noticed how her pale breasts (or are the tits?) looked awesome in the sexy lace bra. She lifted them up briefly, then reached behind her and tightened the bra one extra snap, causing her cleavage to increase. She modelled for a moment or two for her reflection, having more fun by the second, and not feeling the usual dark angry feelings she felt in the morning. "Maybe it's all the sunshine today," she thought outloud, crossing to the open window and enjoying the light beating down on her pale skin, giving a show to Sam, the thirteen year old boy next door. She gave him a wink, then turned to her closet to pick out an outfit that'll drive the boys wild.
Tiffany Sanders noticed Zoe Madison, that stupid goth, come in the room, but didn't care. She was busy. Her tits were demanding her attention, and when her tits wanted attention, they got it. She imagined that they had magical powers, though she would never admit it. Boys would go crazy for just a glance at her cleavage, the smartest boy reduced to a blathering idiot in moments. If that wasn't magic, what was?
There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing beside her. She ignored it. Probably Zoe doing something, who cares, she thought. She was just about to tighten her bra a bit more when she suddenly lost interest. Today wasn't the day for that, came an unbidden thought. Leave it alone, you know where to go.
And she did. Once again a girl in her underwear headed out on to the street, leaving someone new in her room. This time, however, the girl headed to...
