Fitting

Mark grumbled as he exited the fitting room. “It fits,” He murmured, “Are you happy now? Can we go?”

Jennifer clapped with glee and jumped to her feet. “Yes!” She chirped, “I look fantastic! Thank you so much! I know this was a pain for you, but I couldn’t reschedule my wedding dress fitting, despite all that madness with that weird medallion thing.”

“Yeah, well, enough time should have passed, so it is hopefully working again now, so let me get out of this damn dress. Then we can go home and swap back.”

“It’s so exciting to see how I’m going to look on my wedding day, but could you smile? I want to see what my body look like when it’s smiling and wearing the dress.”

“Don’t push your luck. There’s no way I feel like smiling right now...”