The Bench: Jaywalking

Melissa blinked, then turned in the person's direction. But as she did, her gaze dropped to herself instead. She was wearing different clothing. Where did her cheerleading uniform go? Now she was wearing a plain and simple blouse and skirt, not particularly daring or fashionable. "Get out of the middle of the street," the person in the car demanded. She quickly ran to the sidewalk. This made no sense.