Zoe got up, half asleep, and looked around. Jon was right, this wasn't her room. She felt weird. Maybe it was the dream she was having that she couldn't quite remember. She hoped she'd pick it up when she got back to her bed.
She headed back toward her room, leaving Jon alone in his. It was dark...as to be expected at 4AM. She didn't see much, but crawled into bed and fell back to sleep and back into her dream.
Zoe found herself in a class at school. But, instead of a teacher teaching the class, it was Athena. "Zoe, come up here," she ordered. Zoe got up from her seat. "You're dressed all wrong," Athena said, sternly.
Zoe looked at herself. She was wearing a fishnet shirt underneath a black T-shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and her usual black buckled boots with three-inch stacks...and of course the spiked collar, which she felt naked without.
"We'll soon fix this," Teacher-Athena said. She began removing Zoe's clothing. Zoe found she couldn't resist. She just stood there as Athena worked her like a mannequin until she stood before a class full of students naked. But none of them laughed. They just sat there, taking notes.
Athena wiped off all of her makeup as well. "Now, let's get you dressed the way you're supposed to be."
She pulled out a pair of boy's briefs, and slipped them up Zoe's waist. Then a pair of white socks. Then a pair of jeans...there was a zipper in front, like the type a boy would have. Athena didn't give her a bra, but did slip a t-shirt on her. Finally, to complete the outfit, a pair of dirty sneakers and a digital wristwatch.
"You can sit down now," Teacher-Athena said. "And we can get back to our lesson." She began to lecture on the ins and out of video games.
Zoe was awakened by being shaken. "Wha...Mom...what? Is it morning?" What had she been dreaming about? It was just on the edge of her mind.
Zoe's mom had a startled and kind of confused look on her face. "Zoe? What are you doing in Jon's room?"
"Huh?" She looked around. This was most definitely not Jon's room. It obviously belonged to a Goth, which Jon wasn't.
"If you're here, where's Jon?"
"Isn't he in his bedroom?" Zoe asked. Had her mother popped a gasket?
"This is Jon's bedroom, Zoe." She sighed. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you should get back to your room before Jon catches you in here. You know how cranky he gets." She pulled Zoe into the hallway. "I'm sure you wouldn't want Jon to be in your room either." Then she walked to Mikey's door and knocked on it. "Time to get up, Mikey."
Zoe opened the door to Jon's room and found him in bed, still sound asleep.
