She shrugged. "Maybe some girl who is being punished by being turned into a boy. It happens. Or some adult who is being turned into a teen. It's not yours anymore. Now, come on down to dinner. Then you have a session of hypnotron before bed. You'll be a new you in no time."
Dinner was oddly normal. Zoe sat sullenly and barely talked, occasionally cracking a wicked smile at him, and her younger brother Mikey shot glances at her, while her mother watched her.
After dinner, she laid down on her bed, and obediently, as she assumed she'd been conditioned to, put on her goggles and earphones, and turned on her Hypnotron.
When she came to, it was morning, she went to the bathroom to shower, and was dressed before she even gave a conscious thought to what she was wearing, or that her room was now filled with new things.
