Andrew and Danielle gathered themselves and started walking towards the local nightclub a few blocks away. Both were visibly uncomfortable with their new appearances.
"God, I look ridiculous." Andrew laughed. "This shirt barely fits and these shorts are cutting off circulation to my legs."
"Oh please." Danielle shot back. "I can't keep my tits in this top for more than two seconds and the skirt is even worse. I feel so exposed like this."
Suddenly their clothing started shimmering. Andrew found himself wearing a larger polo shirt and cargo pants, while Danielle now wore a bigger white top that covered and a longer black skirt.
Making their way to the club, Danielle and Andrew found it remarkably easy to get in...they weren't even carded. Walking over to the bar, Andrew and Danielle had no idea what to do next. The bartender came over and asked what they were getting.
"Uhh....uhhh...." Andrew muttered. "Two....shots of Jameson."
Danielle picked up her glass. "Cheers, Connor." Andrew, suddenly very confused, replied "Cheers...Amy?" Both pounded their shots, and within seconds, both spit them out. "God, that's disgusting" Danielle said. "How do people drink this shit?" Andrew replied.
The bartender, clearly not amused, told them that were would be no refunds. "Just two seltzers" Andrew said, pulling out a 50 that was not in his wallet before. Sipping their drinks, the couple started talking.
"How do you feel about all of this?" Andrew asked. "Weird... I know I look good and you look good, but it just feels odd." Danielle said. "Maybe if we loosened up it would feel better." Andrew said as he took Danielle's hand and ran to the dance floor.
The couple could barely move in the crowd of at least 200 people. Andrew and Danielle at first kept together, clearly trying to imitate everyone else. Danielle did not feel comfortable at all but she saw a smile on Andrew's face so she tried to keep a happy face. Meanwhile, all Andrew could think to himself was "what the hell am I doing." In the intensity of the moment, the couple suddenly lost track of each other. Andrew tried desperately to maneuver through the crowd but he couldn't. Eventually he made his way back to the bar, and looked to see if Danielle had made her way back, which she hadn't. Suddenly, a random woman came up to Andrew, licked his biceps, put a piece of paper down his pants, and mouthed "call me" as she walked away. With that, Andrew rushed outside.
Feeling on the verge of a panic attack, Andrew stopped and started breathing very heavily. As he turned his head, he saw Danielle crying on a curb.
"Dani! Are you okay!"
"No, I'm not fucking okay. I was constantly ogled the entire time, and then some jerk grabbed my butt really hard. I've never felt so violated."
"Some woman just licked me and attempted to grope me."
Andrew sat down next to Danielle. "I thought you were enjoying yourself, so I tried to be cool with it even though I hated every second of it" Danielle whispered. "God no. I wanted to go home so badly, but I didn't want to disappoint you since you seemed to be having fun" Andrew blurted out. "Let's go home" they said in unison. "Where is home tonight?" Andrew asked. Suddenly his phone's GPS lit up to a motel five minutes down the road. Andrew and Danielle started walking.