I felt my body stiffen briefly, and what seemed almost to be a surge of energy ran through it. It looked like the same thing happened to Caroline, and I watched as her clothing "morphed" on her body. Within a second or two, her prom dress was in like-new condition, shoes back on her feet, her hair looking professionally styled, and some makeup on her face. Actually, I realized, the dress looked better than it had the night before -- or maybe it was that Caroline looked better.
We could move again, and Caroline asked, "What just happened?"
"I don't know," I said, looking down at my tuxedo shirt, which now looked as if it had just been washed and ironed -- but had gained a couple of rows of ruffles on the front.
"Are you wearing makeup?"
"Huh?" I put my hand to my face, but couldn't feel anything.
"Go look at yourself in a mirror," Caroline suggested.
I did just that, going back down the hall to the bathroom. I was dismayed to see that it did, indeed, look like I was wearing some blush and lip gloss. I grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and washed my face.
I put the washcloth down and frowned at my reflection. The makeup was still in place.
Then I felt my body stiffening again.