Joy grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tried to lift it up.
"What are you doing?" Alison asked.
"I want to see if I can take my clothes off." She pulled as hard as she could, but it wouldn't budge. It was like it was glued to her or something. "I can't take my shirt off. Try yours."
Alison tried to pull her shirt off too, but just like Joy, she couldn't do it.
Then Joy grabbed a pair of scissors.
"What are you doing now?" Alison asked.
"Testing a theory. I hope to god I'm wrong." She brought the scissors up to her long hair and tried to snip a lock of it off. But she instead broke the scissors.
"What happened?" Alison asked.
"It was just as I feared. We can't change the way we look. That means that we can't change our hairstyles or our clothes. And we can't change how the rest of our bodies look either. We can't gain weight, but we also can't lose it. We'll look exactly the way we do right now for the rest of our lives."
"So, you mean we won't age? That's not such a bad thing. Is it?"
"Maybe not, but would you enjoy looking exactly the same all the time for the rest of your life, or even beyond?"
"I guess not."
"I wonder if we could make a wish to fix this," Joy said.
