Zoe walked down the stairs, with all of her school things, and headed straight to the front door. Only at the last moment did she turn and say "Goodbye, Father. Goodbye, Mother." She didn't know why, but she was actually thinking about just leaving without saying goodbye. What has gotten into her lately?
As Rachel headed out to her car, she spotted a couple of young women jogging by. Oddly, she didn't feel as attracted to them as usual. And they were very hot, just like her girlfriend Sarah. What was wrong with her?
Biff looked up from his breakfast (what was left of it) and watched as his daughter Zoe came downstairs. Perhaps he was too hard on her. Sure, he didn't want her to become pregnant, but did he want her to be alone too? Maybe having a boyfriend wouldn't be bad, if he understood the situation. And Biff knew that he could make sure the boy would understand. He paused for a moment, feeling a tad frightened. Where were these thoughts coming from? It wasn't like him to second-guess his decisions, especially these decisions.
"Goodbye, Father. Goodbye, Mother," he heard his daughter say, and then she was out the door.
Mikey left his house in a hurry. He needed to meet up with his best friend Athena. He decided that it was time to show her the wishing stone.
Kelly Robertson sat at the table laughing with her best friend Jon Warren. They were both at a local coffee shop. They did this every morning before school.
To anyone who noticed the changes in reality, Jon would have looked strange wearing the blouse and skirt and heels. But everyone in that coffee shop thought it was perfectly normal. Even a teenage boy using female mannerisms didn't seem strange. Although, now he wasn't quite seventeen anymore. Maybe more like nineteen or twenty. And his overall look had softened a bit, making him look more like a boyish woman. But he was still a "he" where it counted.
"You should laugh more often, Kelly," Jon said, with higher sounding voice than normal. "You're too uptight all the time."
"Well, you have to be, in my line of work. My students need discipline. If you were a high school teacher, you'd understand," Kelly explained.
Jon shrugged.
Kelly looked at her watch. "Speaking of which. I've got to get going." She stood up and left the boy dressed as a woman at the table.
"Have a good day," Jon said, as the other teacher left the coffee shop.
"Lydia, turn off those cartoons. You'll miss the bus," her mother told her.
Lydia whined. She'd rather watch her cartoon. Since coming downstairs and having her breakfast, she had lost a few years of her age and grown a few inches shorter. Oddly, the clothing she was wearing fit her perfectly, as if someone had actually created typical pre-teen boy's clothes for a young woman. Basically, it looked strange on her.
"Lydia, I mean now."
Lydia grunted, then turned off the TV. It was time to leave for school.
Yuki waited by the door for her son to show up. She turned and saw her stepdaughter Erika. "Are you sure you don't want a ride? It's a long way to walk."
"I'm sure," Erika answered.
Yuki sighed. While it was true that she wasn't much older than the teen girl (oddly, this morning she actually felt like she was almost the same age as her), she still wanted to make the type of connection with her that a mother and daughter share. But Erika was stubborn. She clearly didn't want anything to do with her.
"I'm ready, Mommy," her son said, walking into the foyer.
"Okay, let's go," Yuki said, opening the door to leave.
After Katashi left his house, he wandered through the streets of Lake Point until he spotted a house he had a feeling was his.
