The changing rooms, which looked suspiciously enough like badly drawn changing rooms, quietly invited Fredrika and Emma into its one solid color walls. They were the only ones there, as it was the middle of the afternoon, and all the other girls were in class already. Emma ran straight ahead of Fredrika, turned around and said, "Hold up, friend! If these uniforms have some kind of strange property, I want to be there first. Safety is worth practicing in a place like this!" Fredrika stood aside and let Emma enter the cramped room.
Emma looked at the uniform for a moment. It was shaped like a tube, wider at one end, and had no arm holes. There didn't seem to be a pair of shoes, so she guessed she could use the ones she owned. She had no use for a closet full of shoes, but she understood that other girls did so it was a bright idea. After hesitation, she decided she would try it on for Fredrika. She changed out of her regular outfit and began to pull the tight dress over her head. As expected, it would not give any inch. Emma continued to struggle with the uniform as she heard the sound of clothing falling to the floor. She planned to pick up whatever had fallen off the hanger after getting the dumb dress on already. After what seemed like several minutes of pulling, her head finally came through.
Emma's vision swam for a second, but it was shook off quickly. She gave herself a onceover look, including the places where her arms were confined to her sides. They didn't feel confined, but that was where they must be. She grasped the hem of her dress to pull it up, but did a double take when she noticed she was grabbing from the outside - and the hem looked to be pulled by nothing! Desperately, she turned to look at the mirror, but stepped easily out of her own shoes and tripped over what must be her socks; also present were the rather utilitarian underwear she wore. She looked down at her legs to see what the heck and saw two deformed ovals, ones that moved as she moved. They weren't connected to anything, they just sat there as her torso floated above them. Now more determined to see what she looked like than ever, she scrambled up on to the seat and took a peek. No ears or nose, like she guessed. Just a circle with big round eyes and a curve for a mouth, and three long hairs sticking out the back. Her head circle wasn't even connected right. She was a two-foot tall drawing, and kind of a sucky drawing at that!
Emma didn't want to walk out of the stall barefoot and also a freak cartoon, but she had to do it to provide an example to Fredrika about what would happen if she messes with the school uniform. She was actually kind of glad she was there for Fredrika in the sticky situation they were in. She breathe d deeply and opened up the stall door.