As Little Amanda, who wasn't so little anymore, tried to hide her nude body, the original Amanda turned to me. "Joey, give her some clothes," she shouted in a panic.
"What?" I said, also worried about someone find us. "How?"
"The ring," Amanda said, pointing at it. "Wish me... uh, her... up a dress."
"Okay," I said in a hurry. "I wish Amanda a dress."
"What?" Amanda shouted. "You id..."
She never finished calling me an idiot. Before she could, she "melted" down to the floor in a pool of silver. As her twin and I watched, the puddle reshaped itself into a short skirted blue dress.
Little Amanda and I looked up at each other. "Oops," I said.