She headed out of the house, after walking for several minutes, she turned up the sidewalk to the nearest house and walked in as if she owned the place. Inside was a family eating breakfast, a mom and a dad, with two kids. They briefly looked up at Zoe, who passed by the dining room on her way to the bedrooms, where she knew it was time to change her clothes.
It was easy to slip into someone else's clothes, as she was buck naked. A simple pair of white panties, covered up with a long skirt and a simple blouse.
Her eyes focused. She smiled. Her clothes were pretty...she thought she was pretty. But she wasn't blasting sexual appeal like some of the girls. Her Father wouldn't let her wear anything too short, like some of the girls at school. He thought girls shouldn't display themselves like that.
Rumors had floated around after one girl had gotten pregnant, and her father had nearly barred her from wearing jeans. She understood why, even if she thought he was overreacting and didn't agree, he was trying to protect her.
She paused. Somehow her feelings seemed wrong. A part of her wanted to be angry at her father for controlling her. She supposed part of her was.
She headed down to breakfast. Her kid brother, Tommy, sat there. Tommy wasn't his given name, but he'd adopted an American nickname, the same way she let people call her Zoe.
Zoe Meshida sat down at the table, thinking about how her day at school would be.
