"Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing in my house?!" Susan yelled. Then she noticed what Linda was wearing. "Are you wearing my daughter's cheerleader outfit?"
Linda looked down at herself, for the first time, and realized that this woman was right. She was wearing a cheerleader outfit, that her body just barely fit into. It was obviously made for someone much younger, like a teenager. But how had it gotten on her body? "I guess I am. But I swear ... I don't know how it got on me."
Susan got furious. "You think I'm some kind of idiot? Obviously, you're not just breaking and entering, but also some kind of pervert. You get off on wearing high school cheer outfits or something?"
"No, no! It's nothing like that. I ..." Linda tried to think of some explanation to get herself out of this, but nothing came to mind. She really had no idea how she got here, or why she was wearing this woman's daughter's clothing.
