a friend's daughter

"Sarah Marie Donaldson," he read aloud. "Donaldson ... so does that mean you're now Bruce and Jessica's kid?" he asked.

Sarah shrugged. "Let's see what I can find." She dug through her purse, finding a small iPhone. "Hmm," she made a noise of satisfaction as she began flipping through some photos on it. "Yep, here's some family shots."

She showed Tom her phone. There were several photos of Sarah with Jessica, and a couple family shots of her with Bruce, Jessica and their son Tim. He looked at the pics of her, some of them from when she was younger, then back at her face. "You know, you look a little different now. Your eyes and hair are a bit like Jessica's. And I think you're a couple inches taller - maybe some height from Bruce?"

She walked over to wall mirror in the hall to examine herself. "You're right. Small changes but they add up. Pretty hot, though," she concluded with satisfaction.

"Definitely!" Tom agreed, feeling a twinge of lust at this modified Sarah. "And the outfit is a turn-on too," he added.

She tilted her head and looked up, thinking. "Ok, so I'm Bruce and Jessica's daughter now. Not what I expected but that could be cool to check out." She looked back to Tom with a puzzled expression. "But then why I am here, at YOUR house? It's early afternoon - shouldn't I still be in school?" she asked.