...Sandy Walker, one of the students at the school and renowned drama fanatic, who quickly turned her gaze towards the dress lying on the floor.
"How many times have I told people to be more careful with the costumes," said Sandy as she bent over, picked Joan up, and dusted her off. "Well, it seems to be ok. I don't see any tears in it or frayed edges."
Joan was turned over a few times as Sandy continued to examine her and feel of the material that she was made of. Joan hated being tossed around and just wished that Sandy would leave so she could change herself back.
"This is a pretty good looking dress, a lot better than the one that I'm supposed to wear for the play. Plus, I think that it should fit me perfectly," said Sandy who carefully layed out the dress over a box and proceeded to remove her clothes.
"She can't be doing what I think she's doing," thought Joan. Sandy had stripped herself to nothing but her bra and panties. She grabbed Joan and slid her over her head as she worked her way into the dress. "Oh shit, she is."
Sandy put her arms through Joan's sleeves and pulled the rest of the dress down her body. Joan felt herself plump up as her body was inhabited by the girl's form. Being in the general shape of a person almost made her feel like she had a body again, except that she had no control over her movements.
"Awesome, this dress will be perfect for the play."
