Mikey made his way through town until he reached the wealthy neighborhoods. He entered a house even more lavish than the rest, ignored by both the family's security system and their pet dog Gigi. He made his way past servants to a large bedroom decked out entirely in pink.
Mikey instinctively opened the door to a large walk in closet, and pulled out an outfit to wear. First he donned a pink push up bra and thong, neither of which having much of an effect upon a ten year old boy. Then he pulled on a camisole (pink of course) that was tight even on him, and then a pair of jean shorts so small his thong's waist band was sticking out.
Mikey went to the vanity, applying his makeup with precisely and quite liberally, and inspected himself in the mirror. Satisfied, Mikey gave his reflection a kiss, leaving a pink lipstick mark, finished out his ensemble with a pair of five inch heels, grabbed his purse on the way out. Mikey McMillian was felt on top of the world, and why not. He had a killer bod, plenty of power thank's to his daddy's position as chief of police, and all the money even he could want thanks to the lavish bribes given his father. Any girl would kill to be him, and any boy would kill to be his boyfriend, an honor Mikey reserved for Biff at the moment.
As Mikey strutted out to have breakfast, the girl he replaced rose from her massive bed and made her way out the door, her former servants paying her no heed as she left. Sarah had lost all sense of identity, though for some reason she felt a vague sense of direction, an urge which was beckoning her towards...
