A couple minutes went by with the other cheerleaders not really saying anything, just looking suspiciously at the weird item, which was lying gem side down in the middle of the living room coffee table.
A scream came from upstairs.
The girls ran upstairs as fast as they could.
Robin was standing in front of her open closet door looking stunned, a couple of clothing items on the floor at her feet, dressed in a tight pink halter top, a leopard-print miniskirt, and a matching leopard-print bolero jacket.
”What happened?” asked Linda, at the same time Candy asked, “Ew, why are you wearing that?”
”Just look,” said Robin. She took off the jacket, then the halter top, giving all the girls a view of her generously-sized dark-chocolate breasts with almost-black nipples and aureolas. She quickly grabbed a ratty old gray sweatshirt off a hanger from the closet and pulled it over her head.
The sweatshirt, sized for the old Robin, strained against her new larger size, but that didn’t seem to matter. Within seconds, it became a silver spaghetti-strapped top, small enough to show off her midriff; as the girls watched, sequins sprouted until they covered the garment.
”I’ve tried a few things and they’ve all changed the minute I put them on,” said Robin. “It’s like I’m cursed to dress like this.”
”What about your shoes?” asked Linda.
”Huh?” Robin looked down to see that the stripper-type shoes were still on her feet. “Oh, I didn’t even realize -- they’re really comfortable for some reason.” She stepped out of the high-heeled slip-ons and into a pair of white athletic shoes that were on the closet floor. Before she could even lean over to tie them, though, they suddenly grew heels about 4 inches high and changed to gold with black accents; they still looked vaguely like athletic shoes, but it was difficult to imagine anyone doing any actual athletic activities in them.
”Wow,” said Candy, impressed. “Cool shoes.”
”Not when your real shoes change into them,” Robin retorted. “Guess I’ll just go barefoot for now.” She removed her feet from the newly- altered footwear, but as she tried to get them on the ground, she realized she couldn’t get her heels down -- and then the pain started.
”Oh, my God,” said Becky as Robin quickly stepped back into the clear plastic platform heels, feeling immediate relief.
”Yeah, we could see that on your face,” said Tammy. “Oh, Robin, I’m so sorry -- but, hey, maybe we could use the thing I gave you to change you back. Like maybe you just have to wish to be back to normal, or at least wish for your clothes to be normal.”
Robin contemplated that and said, “I guess it’s worth a try. Where is it?”
The girls looked at each other, and Linda finally pointed out, “It must still be downstairs. I don’t think any of us wanted to touch it, so we didn’t bring it up here.”
”Then let’s get it,” said Robin. “Besides, I still have a couple of presents to open.”
”Like mine!” exclaimed Candy, and then sadly said, “Oh, it’s a new top, so it’ll change anyway, I guess.”
The girls headed downstairs, but once they got halfway down and could see into the living room, what they saw was...