Was it her house? Yuki wasn't sure. The further away she walked from the table, the less familiar the people were to her.
And as she closed the door behind her, she caught a glimpse of the pale black-haired girl sitting down at the table, wearing her clothes. Were those her clothes? No, her mind told her.
She walked through the neighborhood, seemingly in no particular direction (although in her mind, she knew exactly where she was headed), until she spotted her destination.
Even though the door was locked, it opened for her. As she walked inside, and headed inside, the house became more familiar to her. She knew the layout. This is my house. She thought with sudden certainty as she headed toward 'her' bedroom.
She stripped down, placing her plain and modest clothes in the hamper. She stood in front of the mirror, completely naked and combed out her hair, then tied it up in a rather serious and mature style. She then slipped into lingerie that would have made someone...she couldn't remember be furious with her. No one would see it, of course. It was more for her benefit. On top of that she slipped into a pair of white slacks, an olive-colored blouse, and a pair of sandals.
Tastefully putting on only a small bit of makeup(another thing she was not permitted in her previous life), she slung a purse over his shoulder and grabbed a cell phone out of the charger on the nightstand. She had a busy day ahead of her.
