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.
