....a dress. Joan continued to shrink well past her usual height. She felt herself getting lighter and much thinner as her field of vision sunk to the floor. The transformation stopped when she hit the ground as a purple Renaissance era dress, much like the theatre costumes that were stored in the supply room closet. She couldn't move but she could still see most of herself dispersed over the cement floor. She noticed that she wasn't wearing any girl clothes or make up despite the fact that Nicole wished for her to ALWAYS have to wear them. Maybe the fact that she was currently an inanimate object meant that she didn't have to wear them or maybe she absorbed them into her dress body and was still technically wearing them. Maybe actually being a dress at the moment met the criteria of Nicole's wish.
"Great," thought Joan, "I can change into a mythological creature or an article of clothing but not into the one thing I really want to be."
Joan was about to will herself back into her regular form when she heard a key inserted into the supply room door. Thinking that her Home Ec. teacher was returning for her Joan immediately stopped herself from changing and acted as natural as she could (for a dress). The door opened and in walked...
