And Sarah stumbled. She looked down and saw she was wearing an unfamiliar pair of well worn, yet comfortable looking shoes. Her legs, normally exposed, were covered by a pair of loose fitting slacks. And she was wearing a grey sweatshirt on top of that.
"Now look what you got us into," Karyn complained. "I look like high school Barbie and you look like...well, normal for once."
"What I got us into...?" Sarah exclaimed. Her arrogance was still there, but it was mixed with a little fear.
"You can never leave anything alone, Sarah...why do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" Karyn said, frustrated, annoyed, and a bit afraid of what was happening as well.
To her surprise, Sarah actually answered her. "There are a dozen girls trying to compete with me, and would love the chance to be where I am. When a man acts assertive, they call him leadership material. When a girl does it, all of the sudden she's a bitch."
Karyn shook her head. "You're on your own. I'll figure this out myself," she said, walking away.
Sarah didn't know what was going on, but she needed to get home and change before someone saw her in this outfit. She slipped away in the direction of her house. She wasn't going to let whatever this was damage her reputation.
Sarah usually didn't walk home. But she'd been picked up that morning, and no way was she going to let her ride see her like this. She fumed, trying to figure out what this was and what to do about it, and when she looked up, discovered she was standing at the door of an unfamiliar house. She paused, what was she doing here?
