Her hair was a mousy and frizzy brown color. Her eyebrows had been dyed the same color, someone had cut her hair...and she had a serious case of bed head. "What the..." She needed to get home from whatever nightmare this was. She noticed her fingernails had been cut as well. The hairstyle, the nails, the loose frumpy clothes that didn't flatter her...it didn't make her feel particularly sexy...and she didn't like that.
"I need to get home before someone sees me," she said. She hurried down the stairs and out the door, discovering she was only about twenty minutes from her house. She hurried along the early morning streets before arriving at her house. The lights were on, but she didn't have a key, so she had to ring the doorbell.
The door opened, and her jaw dropped to see who was standing there.
