Benny walked into the Madison's house and passed an eight year old girl dressed like an adult woman. She was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. Oddly, she seemed familiar to Benny. For a moment, he even thought that she was his sister, but she didn't look anything like Jonny. The more he thought about it, though, the less certain he was. Did he even have a sister? It was hard to remember.
He shook his head, clearing it, then walked upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He had more important things to do than daydream and let his mind wander.
Heading into the closet, he emerged in a new outfit, consisting of a black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
It felt good, it felt right. Benny felt assertive, in control of things. And anyone who got in his way could go fuck themselves. He went to go do his makeup, passing by Zoe, who oddly, picked up his discarded sneakers on her way out the door.
