The bed pretty much filled the room. There were a couple nightstands, I apparently preferred the side of the bed away from the door, or had lost the coin toss, given the position of my alarm clock. A couple dressers and a full length mirror in a stand in the corner rounded out the contents of the room.
"Ugh, beige." Mer scowled at the walls. "Either this is a rental, or you have amazing powers of persuasion, because I refuse to sleep in a room as drably decorated as this."
I lay back and laced my fingers behind my head "I'da know, I'm okay with drab, given some of the things the Changer might have stuck us with."
"I hope you aren't including me in that statement!" Mary snapped.
"You could be dipped in tan and never be drab--hey, what's your last name anyway?" I asked.
Mary had rolled off the bed and was poking though stuff on the tops of the dressers.
"Now he thinks to ask my name? After proposing?" She pulled open the top drawer and fished around inside.
"Well I hope you'll be alright with being Mary Summers, it's not like you knew my name either." I retorted as I rolled off the bed and moved over to look out the window.
"Score!" Mary cried, holding aloft a lacy brown bra which looked capable of doubling as a pair of catchers' mitts.
"Will that even fit?" I asked dubiously. "Oh, we're south of the highway, one of those new condo complexes that they've been building the last couple years."
"It'll fit, and look fabulous! I have impeccable taste." Mary announced, heading for the walk-in closet. "And if the crap on your dresser is correct we're at the improbably named 'Brookridge Fields Estates'. I'll let you puzzle that one out while I try this on."
I tiptoed over and listened at the door. Mary was humming something, and I could hear hangers jangling as she bumped them. I braced one foot a couple inches from the door and fished around on my dresser until I found a newsletter. I was skimming the Recent Arrivals section when Mary tried to open the door.
"Ow! Hey!" Mary reach through the couple inches I'd left her and tried to grab me. "What are you doing?! Open this door!"
I leaned away. "According to this," I said, ignoring the pounding and swearing, "among the newest residents are Mary Sanduval, a buyer for a local women's boutique with some improbable name, and Steven Summers, manager of Treads, an independent shoe store." I paused for Mary's reaction.
"I'm a what now?" She asked.
"A buyer, whatever that means. Wasn't that what you were doing before we met?"
"If going to community college and bagging groceries is the same as being a buyer, then sure!" Mary grabbed my shoelaces and began tugging at them. "Let, me, out, of, here!"
"Okay, okay." I pulled my foot back and took a couple steps away from the door. "I wasn't a manager, but I did work at Treads. I wonder what happened to my old boss?"
"Probably retired to Florida or something. Well?" Mer posed with her hands on her hips. "Amazing, right?"
The bra was apparently designed to squish her tits flat against her chest. She'd changed into a dark blue top with a ruffled neckline showing a valley of cleavage I longed to go exploring. It did make them look smaller, or at least not as eye-poppingly big as they had before.
"Ms Sanduval, you look simply ravishing!" I said with a bow.
"Well Mr Summers, there'll be no ravishing today I'm afraid." She turned and admired herself in the full length mirror.
I sighed loudly and slumped my shoulders. "More of a nightime pursuit anyway." Mer caught my eye in the mirror and smiled. I started cleaning up my dresser top while she fussed with her hair. I think we were both a little disturbed. Junk mail, old receipts, pocket change, cuff links? I was afraid to know how much I'd changed the world with that last wish. Mary and I seemed to have jumped ahead five to ten years in our lives, or at least in our careers. I checked the date of the newsletter, about a week old, based on my memories.
"Steve? Do you have any idea how to manage a store?" Mer walked over to face me.
"Nope. But hopefully your Changer wouldn't let us get fired." I enfolded Mary in a hug.
"I don't know how to work in a boutique, I don't know my boss or my coworkers, or where it is... Oh Steve, what are we going to do?"
"We'll look through all our papers and email and trust that as long as we're together we'll make it out of this okay."
Mary clutched me tightly for a few breaths, then dropped both her hands down to give my ass a big squeeze. "Been wanting to do that since I saw you across the street." She murmured happily.