Brandon reached into Mary's closet and pulled out a simple dress. "Change into this and come right down," he said.
He took the heels he was still carrying out of the room and put them neatly in the hall closet.
Meanwhile, Mary slipped out of the rumpled dress she was wearing and tossed it on the floor. The rest of her clothes followed, and in a few seconds, she was standing there looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm pretty," she declared.
"Mom," Brandon called. "Hurry up, your pizza is getting cold."
She picked up what Brandon had laid out and pouted. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and put them on.
She left the room. The dress she'd left on the bed, the one Brandon had left out, began to change. A picture of a cartoon character appeared on the front.
She bounded down the stairs toward the dining room and hopped into her chair. Brandon served her a piece of pizza and she dug in with both hands.
Brandon, by contrast, took a piece and began to eat it using a knife and fork. There was still something bothering him. His mom was definitely acting strangely perky today. He dismissed it. Probably just a phase she was going through.
In the hall closet, unseen by either of them, another transformation was occurring.
