It's fine.

"It's fine as it is." You said, knowing that if you disagreed, she was likely to do something even worse.

“Alright, I suppose we should get ready,” She turned around and paused, “Now what do we need the day...”

Unintentionally the thought of your day planner came to mind and, almost before you could stop yourself, the note within. You quickly shifted your thoughts, unknowing the extent of her ability to read your mind, to the other things you needed.

“Hrm.” She said thoughtfully, a spike of fear going through you.

She glanced over at your backpack, appraising it before she reached inside and pulled out your planner and wallet.

“Your bag just... kills the image. We will do without, I am sure someone will gladly lend us anything we need,” The succubi said before glancing at your wallet, “And we should get a nice new purse, something that says fashionable and easy.”

With that, she stepped into the bathroom, picking up the makeup kit from last night she burgled from your sister's room. Part of you concerned as your face looked... a bit softer and more feminine than the previous night. Part of you hoping that the effect was from the shaped latex covering you, the earlier product, or just an illusion created by all above, but the nagging fear that she was changing you in other ways would not be shaken.

“And they have forty percent off if you buy another one in the collection!” Your mom said with an unbridled enthusiasm fitter for a teen girl than a middle-aged woman. In sharp contrast your sister sat very quietly on the other side of the table, acting in a strange subdued matter. A plate with a half-eaten piece of toast in front of you.

“Oh god, that is just cutest little top!” The voice of the succubi ringing in your head. While you did not say anything out loud, your mother seemed to react as though it was audible. The 'cutest little top' was barely a top at all. A tiny v-neck piece of fabric that hung loosely from the shoulders, something no 'girls' mother should be encouraging her daughter to wear. Nothing your mother fawned over in this Twenty 4ever magazine was what you would consider being appropriate.

“I...” Part of you was a little surprised that you could even speak, “Should get going, the bus will be here soon.”

Your mother let out a frown.

“Don't worry, I can drive you!” She started, reaching for her keys on the counter.

“No! I mean I want to take the bus today!” You let out quickly. You did not have much time to think this through, but you really wanted out of this... girl talk with your mother.

“Ah! I get it.” She said, a grin forming on her face, “Got your eye on someone, or someones?” Her voice was starting to sound conspiratorial. Oh god! You really did not want to know what she was thinking or even getting at. You began to open your mouth, searching for something to say, before a hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you to the side. Your sister had grabbed you, her other hand picking up her school bag as she seemed to avoid looking straight at you before she let go and stepped towards the door.

“We don't want to be late.” She said softly, her voice rather low.

“Alright, fine! But I expect to see you right after school, we need to get some shopping done!” Your mother said.

With that, you hurried out of the house, your suddenly shy sister at your side. The bus stop was not too far, only about a block. You were getting a bit more concerned about your sister though; she was keeping her head down and fidgeting, occasionally looking over to make sure she was keeping up with you.

Oh Crap! Suddenly you are not sure how much of this behavior might be the succubus or... if she realized you took her 'private' toys. The side looks and subdued demeanor might all be her embarrassment. You would expect her to be angry, but... you did discover some rather deep and private things about her... maybe she does not know how to react?

Before you can think of something to say to her, however, a car suddenly honks from behind you.

Right behind you, waving eagerly from a mini-cooper with the hood down was the jock from that party. Cory.

“Hey, Aida! Want a ride?”

With no control, you find yourself waving back.

Oh, please no.