"...you want to take my clothes? Fine, be my clothes!" she shouted, waving her wand, and I felt my lungs collapse inside me, as my body shriveled away. Soon I was lying on the ground, staring up, I didn't know how, but my vision seemed to go in all directions.
The woman picked me up and wrapped her around herself. With no light between me and her body, I couldn't see it, only feel it. I could see around her, almost as if I were looking through her eyes, but lower.
"Hmm. You're making me overheat," she said. "I almost wish I hadn't regenerated my clothes." She took me off, laying me on her arm. "Ugh, a prick like you ruins a witch's whole day, you know that?"
From there, she took me into work, putting me on the coat rack, where I was alone. "Hey, Bob," she waved. "Hey, Carol," Bob waved back, "why the coat on a day like this?"
"Ugh," said Carol. "You wouldn't believe it. Some fuckwit with a magic ring actually decided to disintegrate every stitch I was wearing! I could regenerate them, of course, but I couldn't let him get away with that, so here he is. It's just lucky I wasn't wearing anyone today!" She chuckled. "At least, until this prick."
Bob chuckled back. "Some people."