You scream as you see something white creep up your arms. Fearfully, you try to rip it off, but the white stuff remains fixed to your arms, and you notice it creeping along your hands. your realize they're gloves, bridial gloves. "What did you do to me? Why gloves?" you demand, but Mom laughs. "Guess you hadn't looked closely." You look down and see what she meant, and you scream again at the sight. She steps a little further away from you.
By now the white material has crept around your torso, to form a simple gown. You moan in horror as you see it becoming more fancy. wanting to grab Mom, you walk towards her, and realize you're now in heels. "Mom!" you scream again, just as the formation of your new clothes completes itself. By now, it is a strapless wedding gown. It would look good on any bride, but not on your teenage body.
"I have to go out for a while, John. Prep for Hayley's homecoming. Have fun. By the way, I heard the door open while you were screaming. I wouldn't let Mel see you if I were you..." Mom says.
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