After Zoe got into the car, she set her school bag down next to her, not even realizing that it was currently changing, reforming and recoloring itself so that it resembled the school bag belonging to a grade-schooler.
"Remember to ask Mrs. Connelly for a ride to school after practice. Okay, honey?"
"Sure, Mom," Zoe said. She blinked. Did I just call her Mom? Suddenly, this all seemed wrong. She left her house to meet up with her friends before heading to school, not to go to ballerina practice. She had to get out of there! She had to go meet up with her friends ... what ... what were their names? She couldn't remember!
"Okay, we're here," the woman said, stopping the car.
