The two new companions started with each others own wardrobe. With a slight personal touch, the Seamstress changed the Gym Nicoles icky gym clothes and with a few modifications, put her in a pink tracksuit with a black strip running through it.
"Better?" She asked.
"Hmm...a little too prissy. Make it blue." The Seamstress did as she was asked.
"Now we're talking! As for you..."
With a few suggestions, the Seamstress was soon in a sleeveless vest and her own skirt had become dapper wash tights, just pretty enough to meet her standards but perky and fit enough to satisfy the Princesses new coach. The two of them settled on an intermediary that the mini Nicole would be 12, a perfect age. The older Nicole would be her coach and the Seamstress her planner and remain exactly what she is.
After the two were tidying up, they saw a giant ponytail wash over all of them, the essence of pure hotness about to come down straight from the ceiling! It poured overtop them like a giant wave, making all their efforts for naught in exchange for whatever came next.
