Jon took his towel off, and as if he was in his own bedroom, began to get dressed out of Lydia's underwear drawer and closet, everything somehow fitting his masculine frame, the clothes stretching or shrinking in the appropriate places.
Then, as they were part of the outfit, he grabbed her purse, which contained her wallet and car keys, and slung it over his neck, slipped on her shoes, and headed out the door.
Meanwhile, Lydia Warren had been taking her morning jog and was now ready to change.
