Sarah looked at herself in Ada's small mirror. Ada's clothes could make anyone look frumpy and unattractive. She felt unattractive in them.
She headed out of Ada's room, still unsure of what was going on, and spotted Ada going into the master bedroom. She had the same glassy look on her face. Sarah followed her, and watched her strip down to her birthday suit.
Then she reached into the drawer of Sarah's mom and began to get dressed. Susan McMillan's clothes weren't bargain basement. They were the finest clothes money could buy, designed to show off and enhance every curve. And under her normal clothes, Ada had curves.
After putting on the clothes, she started brushing her hair and putting on Susan's makeup. Sarah frowned. With a little work, Ada was a knockout. Why didn't she dress that way?
Ada suddenly animated, and looked at her. "Don't you have work to do?" She said in heavily accented English. She looked different...assertive. She felt she was in charge.
Sarah herself was feeling quite the opposite. Susan, her mother, got up out of bed and pushed past Sarah.
