"I'm not jealous...you are acting like a disrespectful little brat...and..." Sarah paused, closing her eyes for a second as another headache came...like an icepick to her brain. It quickly subsided, fortunately. When she looked up at Rosemary again, there were more changes. Rosemary's body had gotten even more fit...increasingly toned legs, a small waist, and...a much perkier midsection...and she was clearly marveling over it. "Could you stop looking at your breasts for five seconds?" Sarah said.
Rosemary looked at her. "Come on...just admit it...you don't like that I look hotter than you now? But, you are right...this dress doesn't fit the new look..." And then suddenly, she was wearing something else. A pair of fashionable boots, a skirt, top, and a vintage style leather jacket. It was definitely not Sarah's style...or her old style. Rosemary looked surprised. "I didn't know that would happen then. I guess things are speeding up."
"You guess?" Sarah said. "I thought you read all about this..."
Rosemary tilted her head, thinking. "Well, yeah...but I don't remember everything it said. Why do you care?"
"Because it is changing us...that's incredibly dangerous. I don't understand how you could be so reckless." She examined her own figure for a moment. Reasonably nice skirt and blouse...and despite recognizing her sagging figure...that she was carrying more in the front and the rear, she still looked, in her opinion, pretty good. Is that really my opinion...or is this messing with my mind? She wondered. "Why am I not wearing your clothes?" She asked.
"Because you're not me," Rosemary said. "I told you that. Are you starting to...forget things?"
