He'd settled into a small restaurant to test the capabilities of these cool shades.
As the struggling waiter brought out dish after dish of soup and sides onto his table, she giggled and flirted with him each pass. Dietrich spent his time eating and thinking about them. The waiter didn't seem any different or hypnotized, but maybe that was because taking orders was a regular thing to her?
Perhaps an unconventional request might work, he figured. The glint of his shades beamed into her eyes as he called her near and spoke up.
Ahem "You're not a waiter."
"What are you- irk, I, I'm not a... a waiter?" She repeated.
"Yes that's right. From now on you are a Librarian. And this is your Library."
"A...Librarian. My Library." The newly minted 'Librarian' nodded and agreed.
"Yes. Now forget all about waiting or payment and go get me a cookbook, Miss Librarian."
She walked almost as if in trance, dragging her sluggish knees as she did. They seemed to evaporate the pink skirt into a cobalt blue pencil one, turning her tank-top into a similar colored blouse in the process. Her long hair became neat and tidy, and most noticeably of all her socks became tan, sheer hose around her legs. The heels she wore were now shiny black flats.
When she returned, dressed up all mosey and prim, her demeanor had noticeably changed. She seemed calmer, more strict even. Not only had her wardrobe changed, but she'd been completely subsumed into her Librarian identity. Something about the shimmering of her tight Hose seemed to encapsulate this, as there wasn't a single run or tear in the seamless leg wear.
"Here is your book dear sir. Please remember to return it soon, and never stop reading." she told him.
Nodding, Dietrich soon took off.
