Envy Skull: The Girls Next Door

Through the dressing room wall, I heard one girl's voice say, "Wow, that dress looks really cute on you!" "Thanks," said another girl. "I just wish I could get away with something skimpier." Nothing apparent happened to me, and I breathed a sigh of relief to myself -- I guessed that as a 22-year-old, I could "get away" with anything I wanted. "Yeah, right," said the first girl. "As if your parents would let you out of the house in something skimpy." "Ha," said Girl \#2. "I wish they had to, because any clothes I put on would magically turn sexier and sluttier." I watched in the mirror as the sleeves on the "Tease" T-shirt retracted to nothing and the bottom half practically melted away -- it had quickly become a midriff-baring tank top. Fortunately, the miniskirt I was wearing didn't seem to change, which was good given its already abbreviated size. "Sounds great in the winter," pointed out Girl \#1. "Fine, I wish I also magically never felt cold," said the second girl with a bit of playful exasperation in her voice. I felt a little bit of a tingle throughout my body, but nothing else. I wanted to leave as quickly as possible, since it sounded like these girls were going to keep making wishes, but my body wouldn't move -- apparently the Bambi persona was interested in what was coming next. "Well, as long as we're wishing..." began the first girl.