"Hey, Mark. Dean. Or should I say, Marky and Deana?" Bryce says sucking on the lozenge from the dispenser - it was called "The Breath of Love's Desire. He grabbed an empty hanger from a wall rack as he swaggered over to the two transformed men.
"Bryce!" gasped Deana and Marky in unison.
"In the flesh, ladies," Bryce said breathing into Marky's face.
Marky blinked as the pheromones of the breath lozenge hit her. She licked her lips, smiled and shifted her weight to one hip sexily.
"I thought you might want to try me on for size," Bryce said with a grin waving the hanger suggestively.
Deana rolled her eyes and stepped back.
Marky reached out and grabbed the hanger by the hook. Bryce was surprised that he couldn't let go of the hanger, and more surprised that he felt so insubstantial. He gasped as he reached for the hanger with his other hand, his arms fluttered in the air like fabric. He was changing into something for Marky to wear. He just didn't know what. He was hanging limp hovering over the floor. Beneath him was his old clothing in a heap. Above him was Marky's shiny red fingernails.
"Oooh! Bryce, you'll look great on me!" cooed Marky as she disappeared into the dressing room to put Bryce on.