She had time. She could find a label after a few minutes as easily as she could now. The only question was: which outfit would she choose?
Well, if Sarah was going to deviate from her usual style, she decided, then she was going to deviate hard. Sarah turned away from the feminine side of the closet and began admiring more closely the uniform slate of men's blazers. But an obvious problem presented itself very quickly: none of these clothes were anywhere near Sarah's size. She could have faked it with Jon's mom's wardrobe: the tags she'd looked at weren't exactly her size, but they were close enough. Jon's dad's wardrobe, however, was much too big.
With Sarah's newfound control over the closets of this house, however, a solution could be found. If only Sarah had a closely-tailored, body-contoured garment that matched her own proportions. Something like, say, the cheerleader outfit that she had been wearing all day.
With a surreptitious poke of the head out of the closet just to make sure nobody was watching, even though Sarah consciously knew that every member of the household aside from Jon would be magically barred from entering the house for at least the next 45 minutes, Sarah closed the door to the walk-in closet behind her, and stripped out of her cheerleading outfit within the small room's seclusion. It would be a fair exchange for the outfit she was about to borrow.
Since she'd already donated her bra to Jon, Sarah was momentarily stripped down to nothing but a pair of panties. And it was in this state that she placed her cheerleading outfit on an empty hanger, and placed the hanger in among the black suits.
A wave, like the one she'd felt earlier in Zoe's room, but this time much bigger, expanded outwards from the delicate white garment. And with that wave, every piece of clothing it passed over shrank until it was in Sarah's size. Now that Sarah had put the cheerleading uniform into Jon's dad's closet, then it meant that Jon's dad now owned the cheerleading uniform. Not only that, it meant he had always owned it. And if he owned it, then he must fit into it. And if he changed to fit into it, then the rest of his wardrobe must logically change so that it would fit him.
And, now, would also fit Sarah.
The girl felt a distinct satisfaction as she pulled a pair of dress slacks perfectly up her legs. As she found the whitest, crispest Oxford to button up around her. She reveled in the boxier-than-she-was-used-to feeling of a suit jacket that nonetheless fit like a dream. She'd even deposited her own sneakers among a pile of male gym shoes so that she'd have a pair of black dress shoes in her size that matched the suit she wanted to wear.
And, uncaring of any grander consequences she may have just caused, a very satisfied cheerleader re-opened the closet door and explored the rest of the house in her new, black, business suit.
