"Girls, it's time for breakfast!" called Alice from the kitchen a few minutes after Hannah finally rolled out of bed and stretched.
"Good morning," said Paul walking out of his closet holding something to change into once breakfast was over.
"Morning," respond Hannah stretching again.
Down in the kitchen Paul's mother was beginning to wonder what was taking them so long; however, her concerns soon dissolved with the sound of tiny feet coming downstairs.
"So, how did you sleep Hannah?" asked Paul's mother as they all sat down at the table.
Hannah thought for a second before finally responding. "All right, but Paula kept making some noise all night." Paul's mother studied him for a second, then smiled. "But I guess that's to be expected after everything she's gone through," added Hannah quickly.
"Speaking of which, Paula, you need to go back to your room and get out of those clothes." Paul looked confused between Hannah and his mother. "We need to drive Hannah to school and then go pick you up some more appropriate clothes, so put on a pair of Pull-Ups instead of panties today."
Paul smiled deep down inside; despite the grimace he had across his face, but hurriedly ran up stairs and into his room. Within a few seconds, Hannah joined him and pulled a new pair of panties and school uniform from her over-night bag. Paul watched mystified as Hannah changed out of her two-piece pajama set and into her skirt.
"Could you, um..." Paul began to say nervously.
"Help you," finished Hannah smiling at him.
"Yea," he said shyly.
"Sure, come here for a second." Looking down, Hannah noticed that Paul hadn't listened to his mother. "Paul, I think you should listen to what your mother said," Hannah said with little enthusiasm.
"How come, I'm fifteen and I don't need a stupid pair of training pants."
"Well there's a little catch I didn't tell you or your mother about, because I didn't want you to worry and your mother to take advantage of it."
"What?" said Paul irritated by not being told everything.
"Well you know how I told you that the original medallions were used for defensive purposes and for soldiers?"
"Yea, what about it?" asked Paul nervously.
"Well any one who disobeyed a direct order that wasn't against tribal law would lose their memory of being who they once were and anyone else who knew them as that identity would also forget."
"Forget tiny bits of their former self?" asked Paul as his body began to tremble in fear.
"Not exactly."
Paul's face hardened in disgust.
"Time to go girls!" shouted Paul's mother just as his legs tingled from the feeling of pulling the Pull-Ups up his naked legs and slipping the dress over his head.
After dropping Hannah off at school and arriving at the mall, the first stop they made was into a department store, where Paul sat quietly in the cart while his mother put a package of Pull-Ups into the cart and walked briskly over to the clothing department.