Then she slipped into Kyla's simple modest skirt. It did actually fit her. The top, which was big on Kyla, was snug on her. She looked in the mirror approvingly.
"How do I look?" She asked Kyla, who was still dumbfounded.
"Fine," Kyla said. "Look, Sarah...you're kind of scaring me here..." she said, softly.
"What? Why?" Sarah said, obliviously.
"Because you're wearing my clothes and following me around."
"Oh...You're right...How about I loan you some of my stuff to make up for it?"
"No, thank you," Kyla said.
