Susan wandered the streets in her nightie. Seeing a lingerie model modelling lingerie in the middle of the street would normally attract attention. However, for the time being, Susan was a nonperson...one with no identity...thus effectively invisible to everyone.
She entered a house in a very different neighborhood from the one she'd lived in, walking past someone working in the kitchen, and went up the stairs into a bedroom. It seemed to belong to a teenager. Susan had wished to be back in high school many times...her glory days of cheerleading.
Now she could have her chance. She slipped into a simple pair of white panties, covering it up with a long skirt and a simple blouse. A thought popped into her mind...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.
She wore jeans sometimes. As long as they weren't too tight, her father would approve. It was a very different life than the provocative one Susan had led before. She was a bit innocent...perhaps a bit naive at times...the polar opposite of Susan.
She headed down the stairs. Her father expected her to make breakfast before school. She entered the kitchen and frowned. Who had started breakfast? She didn't notice Yukio walking out the side door to the house. Susan Meshida got down to cooking breakfast.
