Talia was so focused on the fact she couldn't seem to move to call for help, or the fact she was spouting some strange name, that she didn't notice she had removed her lab coat and placed it on the chair, and had slipped out of her shoes, standing barefoot in front of the strange girl, and had already slipped out of her top. "What is going on?"
Zoe moved to her side and began to strip off Talia's subtle lipstick and eyeliner. She then began to do Talia's makeup in a rather Gothic style. "I hope you can handle this yourself tomorrow," she commented. "What am I saying...you've done it many times before, I'm sure. Though why you want to look like that, I don't know. So immature looking..." She deliberately ignored answering Talia's question, instead getting her ready for her week.
She reached around Talia and undid her bra. Talia gasped, realizing for the first time that she'd been stripping. She looked at her own hands, like they'd betrayed her, but felt powerless to stop. Zoe removed her own bra, and put on Talia's red satin one before putting her former one onto the other female, before covering it with her black and purple top.
Next were the leggings and skirt, and finally she sat Talia down to lace up the combat boots. At the same time, she slipped into the more stylish skirt and blouse that had been vacated, as well as Talia's shoes. She slipped on the lab coat, then went to fix her makeup.
Talia sat there, watching the girl do her hair up in the style Talia usually preferred...a professional looking bun.
"Now, I have a lot of work to do," the teenager told her. "What exactly can I do for you, Miss Gibson?" Despite only being a teenager, she somehow seemed older, and more commanding...she sounded a lot like Talia herself.
"I...I...." Talia stumbled.
