Get dressed and meet your "family"

You see a pile of clothes on the ground. You're not sure how to style this body so you choose conservatively: just a tee shirt and tight jean shorts. You take one last glimpse of your new face and sneak out of the door.

"Michelle..." You whisper to yourself.

The house around you is comfortably upper middle class. There's art hanging in the hall, it's clean, relatively spacious, and although there's a certain sense of "home," you most definitely feel out-of-place.

You head down the stairs and into what looks like the kitchen.

"Michelle! You're up. It's a busy day. Your younger sister has driving practice this afternoon so you have to take the bus to school. Your bag and lunch are by the door." Says a tall blonde women who, while likely in her early forties, is still quite attractive. She's probably your mother.

"Uh, thanks. Mom." You reply, trying to conceal your hesitation.

"Get going! You'll be late!"

You grab your bag and head out the door.