"Angela, why are you... This isn't like you," Alexis frowned, looking to the clothing in her hands. Angela was about Alexis's size, maybe... Maybe she could just try on stuff she had already picked out.
"You mean it isn't like Jon," she answered with a smirk. "Isn't this what you wanted? Someone new? I don't feel like Jon anymore, so I'm not him. Now stop stalling, sweetheart, and get changing. You'll love how it feels. Trust me, I've done it twice now."
"Oh... Okay..." Alexis stammered, and stepped inside the changing room. Was it the clothes? Or the room? She wasn't sure. How did it...
Felt warmish all of a sudden, and Alexis wondered if this was it. The room did it? Warmish became unbearably hot, but there was something else. Her clothes... They felt so tight, so ill-fitting. Like they were stifling her all of a sudden.
"Ghuh," she gasped as she heard her top tear a bit. That wasn't good.
"I think something's happening in there... Can't wait to see my surprise!" Angela called out from the other side, in a sing-song tone of voice.
Alexis glanced down at her hands, which seemed to look a bit puffy, but were definitely a bright, bright purple...