Nina woke up, feeling refreshed. It had been a long week at work but today was sunday. The day to relax and unwind. She stretched her arms and groggily rolled out of bed. The sun had already risen, casting its early rays of light through the blinds. Today was promising to be a good day in terms of weather.

    As Nina went over to the bathroom to begin her morning routine, she heard her phone ringing. She groaned as she went to pick it up. The only one who’d call her like that this early was her mom. So she mentally prepared herself for that call but she was surprised to find that it was actually her best friend. Nina gasped and answered the phone immediately.

    “Carolline?!” Nina asked.

    “... Hey… Nina,” Carolline stammered back through the phone.

    “Where in the world have you been? I haven’t seen you all week!” Nina asked. It was true. Her friend had gone missing all week long. Since last sunday, in fact, Carolline wouldn’t respond to texts, didn’t come over to hang out, and didn’t even answer the door.

    “I’m sorry… I was uh… indisposed,” Carolline said.

    “Were you really that ill?” Nina asked. It was the best she could really think of. Carolline must have been bedridden all that time.

    “N-no…” Carolline replied. She then let out a deep sigh. “Nina, do you remember that town curse?” she asked.

    “Town curse?” Nina asked.

    “The one about clothes,” Carolline replied.

    Nina squinted her eyes for a moment but she didn’t have to think back. “Wait… the one where people turn into clothes?” she asked.

    “That’s the one…” Carolline said sadly.

    “Carolline… that’s an urban legend, you know that,” Nina said. Come now. People turning into clothes because of some curse? As if…

    “It’s real, Nina. It’s very real. I know… because I just spent a week as someone’s skirt,” Carolline said.

    Nina tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. She was silent for a moment. Was this her friend’s way of a prank or something? “You’re joking…” Nina said, sounding unconvinced.

    “It’s true! This girl gave me the curse and then I was her skirt for the last week. Now I have it and I need to pass it on…” Carolline explained.

    Nina actually began laughing. “I’m pretty sure that was just a fever dream. When we’re ill, our minds tend to play tricks on us. Well, more so than usual,” she said.

    “I’m telling the truth, Nina!” Carolline pleaded.

    “Alright, I’m coming over there. I’ll make you some soup,” Nina said.

    “NO! Don’t come over here! I don’t want to pass the curse on to you!” Carolline said desperately.

    Nina rolled her eyes. “You’re being paranoid. I’m coming,” she said and before Carolline could protest further, she hung up the phone. Whatever illness had plagued her friend, she got it good.

When Nina rang Carolline’s door, there was no answer at first much like earlier in the week. However, Nina knew that she was in and so she tried again. Only then did the door finally open. Slowly.

    “Carolline?” Nina asked.

    Sure enough, Carolline’s figure appeared at the door but there was something strange going on. She had her hand over her eyes and looked very scared. “I told you not to come…” she said.

    Nina frowned. “And I’m telling you I’m your friend and I’m here to take care of you. What are you even doing?”

    Carolline bit her lip. “If we lock eye contact, then you’ll end up getting cursed,” she said.

    Nina blinked. “Whoah, that fever dream got you good, huh?” she asked. She then decided to just barge inside.

    “Wait, stop!” Carolline protested but Nina had already closed the door behind her.

    “Come on, Carolline. Nothing’s going to happen. There is no curse, it was just a bad dream,” Nina said and with that, she took off her shoes and went over to the kitchen. She was pretty sure that she heard her friend mention the word ‘stubborn’ under her breath but she didn’t care about that.

When Nina finished making soup, she brought the pot over to the dinner table, where Carolline was already sitting, still with her hand covering her eyes.

    “Here you go,” Nina said as she poured some of the soup into a bowl for her.

    Carolline sighed and reached blindly for the spoon, only managing to grab it with Nina’s help. “Thanks,” she muttered.

    Nina gave herself some soup as well and just looked at her friend. “You’re really not giving up on this, are you?” she asked.

    “I keep telling you, it was true. I was nothing but a skirt until this morning…” Carolline said.

    “Uhuh… and you say this girl wore you?” Nina asked.

    Carolline nodded. “And she washed me… and I even spent a day in her closet…” she said.

    “You realize how weird that all sounds, right?” Nina commented.

    “I know… but it really happened. I only turned back at midnight last night,” Carolline explained.

    Nina blew on her soup. None of this made any sense. “Alright, and what happens if you don’t pass on this curse?” she asked.

    Carolline sighed while blowing in the general direction of the bowl of soup herself but she missed it by a few centimeters. “I’ll turn into clothing again come midnight… and then the process will just keep going like that until I pass it on,” she said.

    “So you’ll keep transforming indefinitely,” Nina repeated.

    Carolline nodded sadly.

    “Who was this girl that cursed you?” Nina asked. She still didn’t believe any of this but perhaps to calm her friend down, it was best to play along for now.

    “I didn’t know her. Her name was Wilma. She gave me that curse on accident,” Carolline said.

    “And what did she do after cursing you?” Nina asked.

    “She took care of me… She even said I could return to her if I don’t curse anybody today,” Carolline explained.

    “So why not curse her back?” Nina proposed.

    “It doesn’t work that way. You can’t curse someone back,” Carolline said.

    Nina fell silent for a moment while attempting to take her first spoonful of soup. Of course, as was tradition, she managed to burn her tongue a little bit.

    “If you still don’t believe me… you can wait with me until midnight,” Carolline proposed.

    Nina chuckled. “It’s not even noon yet. That would take way too long. If you really wanna convince me, then try to give that curse to me,” she said.

    “What?!” Carolline gasped.

    “Look, if what you’re saying is true, then you’ll just keep turning into clothing every week. Do you want that?” Nina said.

    “... No…” Carolline stammered. She actually didn’t sound too certain about herself there.

    “Then you have to pass it on, and why not do so with somebody you trust?” Nina continued.

    Carolline gulped. “... Are you absolutely sure? There’s no going back until next week, you know…” she said softly, as if somebody was listening in on their conversation.

    Nina smiled. “I’m sure,” she said. She was pretty confident that nothing was going to happen but she had to calm her friend down somehow. This was the best course of action. “Oh, but let me eat my soup first!”

    Carolline nodded. The two girls then began eating their soup mostly in silence. Nina didn’t really know what to ask or bring up and Carolline was still too caught up into her own mess to really start up a conversation of her own. Every now and then, Nina would try to mention something that happened at work but it didn’t seem that Carolline was all that interested in small-talk today.

    When their soup was finally finished, Nina stood up and stretched her arms. “Alright, that’s that,” she said.

    “Are you really… REALLY sure, Nina?” Carolline asked.

    “I am. And if I do indeed transform, then you’ll take care of me, right?” Nina asked.

    Carolline nodded. “Of course I will!” she said resolutely.

    “Alright. Then hit me,” Nina said.

    “... Thank you,” Carolline said softly. With that, she finally removed her hand from her face. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes before finally and carefully looking right into Nina’s eyes.

And then it happened.

Instantly, Nina felt a wave of this alien feeling was over her. She let out a soft gasp as she felt herself grow… lighter? Curiously, she looked down at her body. With disbelief, she saw that there was something off about her right hand. Her fingers were… getting shorter? The same thing was happening to her left hand too! Slowly but surely, her fingers were retracting. As were her hands. As were her entire arms!

    “It’s… real…” Nina said.

    Carolline gasped. “You still didn’t believe me?!” she yelled.

    “I…” Nina stammered. She realized that she was getting shorter too. Whatever was happening to her arms must be happening to her legs too. She was getting shorter and shorter. With her shorter arms, she tried feeling what her head was like but already, she was unable to reach up that far.

    As Nina shrunk down further, her own clothes began sagging down. Her pants and her underwear fell uselessly to the floor as her legs retracted further. Her arms completely disappeared now, causing the same thing to happen to her bra and her top… and then she herself fell over backwards too.

    “Nina, I’m so sorry!” Carolline shouted.

    Nina didn’t really know what to say back to her. Well, soon enough she wouldn’t even really be able to say anything anymore. She tried her best to look down at her body with what limited movement she still had. She saw that the skin of her body was turning scarlet. Her hips flared out and she could feel herself hollowing out down there. The stumps that were her arms had retracted inwards as well to the point that the hollowing out was only speeding up. She looked in horror as she just saw her own body deflating. Wherever the transformation passed over, she lost more and more of her ability to move.

    Soon enough, she felt her neck muscles giving in as now, it was time for her head to retreat into the piece of clothing she was becoming as well. No longer could she see what her body was doing. All she saw was the ceiling, and Carolline’s very concerned face.

    And then there was nothing. The transformation had finished. No longer was she Nina, a young woman working as a dentist’s assistant. Now she was a dress. Just a dress. She somehow knew that she was, even if she wasn’t able to see what her body was doing anymore by the end of it. Her body was flattened. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t talk. She was at the complete mercy of Carolline.

    “Nina… I told you it was real…” Carolline said. She sighed. “I guess… it’s too late now… You’re stuck as a dress until next week,” she said.

    Was this really true? Was she… really just a dress for an entire week? What was this going to be like? What would she feel like when fulfilling her duty as a dress?

    Carolline picked up the dress that was Nina. “I have to admit… you’re super cute,” she said. She then looked around, again as if checking if anybody was watching her. Of course, she was the only human there. Carefully, she hung the dress over a nearby chair and then she began stripping off her own clothing down to her underwear.

    For Nina, this was all filling her with a rush of emotions. The simple act of being picked up and then being hung over a chair, like any other normal piece of clothing was almost degrading. And there was absolutely nothing she could say or do in protest. She couldn’t tell Carolline to stop this. She couldn’t run away. She just had to endure whatever was going to happen to her. For an entire week.

    Carolline picked up her new dress again when she was done stripping. “At least… you’ll really love this,” she said.

    Nina wondered what her friend meant by that when she felt herself being lifted up and then lowered around Carolline’s body. There was a rush of emotions surging through her as she felt herself hugging her friend in ways she had never done before. Carolline filled her completely and she felt warm to the touch. It restored Nina into a feminine form.

    And just like that, she was being worn. Carolline wasn’t lying. This actually felt good. Really good. She was fulfilling her purpose as a dress. All she had to do, all that she could do, was to make her friend… her owner… look pretty. And that was just what Nina was doing. A good, pretty, scarlet dress. Nothing more.

Nina was lost in bliss. Carolline wore her throughout the rest of the day while she went about her business. First, she took care of some important business like calling up Nina’s job to tell her she was ill. For the most part, she kept talking to Nina as if she was still human.

    “I hope you’re okay in there.” “I hope you don’t hate me after this.” “We’ll get you out of this mess next week, I promise!”

    Though it did all register and Nina certainly had some choice words she wanted to say, she was actually finding that this… may not be all that bad. Being worn felt incredible after all! There was a part of her that didn’t want it to end!

    But end it did. Before Nina knew it, night had already fallen and Carolline was getting ready for bed.

    “I hope you liked that,” Carolline said as she lifted her dress over her head.

    Nina felt herself deflating again. Nina wanted to protest. To stay around Carolline’s warm body. But there was of course no way for her to do any of that. There was no way for her to do anything.

    Carolline held up the dress and hugged it for a moment. “Thank you again… really. I would have been a piece of clothing again by now if it weren’t for you…” she said. Then she sighed. “I’m afraid though… that I’m going to have to wash you,” she added.

    Wash her? Only now was Nina shaken out of her bliss again from being worn. She was going to be washed? In the laundromat?!

    Sure enough, Carolline carried her over to her bathroom where the laundromat was. For a moment, she hesitated but then shoved her scarlet dress inside before stuffing it with other clothes.

    Inside, Nina couldn’t believe what was happening. Just that morning, she was a human. She woke up and had breakfast. She was resting from a week of working as a dentist’s assistant. Now she was a dress, sitting in a laundromat with a collection of socks, shirts, panties, and fellow dresses. This was her life now. A dress being washed like any other piece of clothing. 

    Nina was shocked when she heard the laundromat getting closed before it hummed to life and dousing her with water and soap. Shortly thereafter, she began tumbling around, along with the other clothes. She really was being washed!

    Every now and then, Nina was able to see Carolline, carefully looking into the machine. Of course, she had gone through all of this as well the previous week. And that Wilma girl before her!

    And there was nothing at all that Nina could do. She was powerless to stop any of it. All she could really do was resign herself to her fate. Resign herself to existence as merely a scarlet dress owned by Carolline.

After the laundromat finally stopped, Nina was picked out of the machine alongside the other clothes. She had never been washed so thoroughly before. Again, it surprised Nina how good it ended up feeling. She was scared at first, sure, but it quickly subsided. After all, she was just a dress, and being washed like that was normal for clothing.

    Her owner… er… Carolline… carried her dress over to a clothes rack and hung her up. Nina prepared herself as she knew what was upcoming but she was relieved to find that the clothespins didn’t actually hurt her.

    Hanging up the laundry took a few more minutes, all the while, her ow- Carolline was just humming to herself. Had Nina been a dress so long already that she was no longer seen as human, even by her friend? Well… there was of course some truth to that. Nina wasn’t human. Not anymore. She was a dress. People generally don’t talk to dresses.

    When she was finally done, the owner smiled modestly. “Goodnight, Nina,” she said and with that, she left the bathroom, leaving her dripping wet clothing to dry.

    The comment shook Nina out of her thought processes again. She wasn’t a dress! She was a human transformed into one! What was going on? Was she losing herself into these sensations? If this was what she was feeling by the end of the first day, how was she going to be feeling by the end of this week? Would she even want to return to being a human again?

    No, Nina couldn’t worry about that. All she had to worry about now is to dry up so that her owner could wear her again. NO, she had to maintain herself! This was going to be a long week…

When Carolline re-entered the bathroom the following morning, Nina had completely lost track of time. She had just been hanging there alongside her fellow articles of clothing, trying to get dry. The strangest thing was that it hadn’t been an unpleasant or boring experience. It was actually quite nice and relaxing. She did miss being worn but as a dress, she had nothing to really worry herself about. She didn’t have to go to work. She didn’t have to go to the store. All she had to do was hang there so that when she’s all dried up again, she could make her owner look pretty again!

    Nina mentally bopped herself. Throughout the night, she found that she had started thinking of herself as just a dress several times already. Every time, she managed to snap herself out of it but she wasn’t sure how long she was going to last. It was only the first day and there were still six more days left of this.

    Not that giving in every so often felt bad. In fact, whenever she gave in, she probably felt better about this experience than when she snapped herself out of it again…

    Well, regardless of what Nina’s mental state was about her situation, she was happy to see Carolline again.

    “Good morning, Nina,” Carolline said as she started on her morning routine.

    Of course, there was no response from Nina but that was to be expected.

    “I hope you had a nice night here! I’m sorry that I don’t get to wear you again today. You have to dry up more first,” Carolline said apologetically.

    Nina went through several emotions as she heard that. First, there was the prospect of having to hang here throughout the rest of this day, meaning she’d simply continue going through the same thought processes that she had already been going through. Then there was the fact that that actually didn’t sound all that bad… and lastly there was the fact that she felt a little frustrated. Not because she wanted to be turned back but because she really felt a deep-seated desire to be worn again. To once again fulfill her purpose as a dress for her owner. How was it possible that she was going through these feelings after only a day of being a dress?!

    When Carolline was done with her routine, she turned her attention to Nina again. She actually grabbed a hold of Nina and softly stroked her a little. “I know what you’re going through. I went through it last week after all,” she said.

    Of course. Carolline had been a skirt last week for this other girl called Wilma. Had she also gone through these emotions? Did she also feel the increasing desire to be worn? And did she also start thinking of herself as a skirt rather than a transformed human? This was one of the first times that Nina actually felt a little frustrated, being unable to reply.

    “I have to be honest,” Carolline stammered nervously. “I actually wasn’t at all scared last week. Nor was I angry with this Wilma. I didn’t feel any of the sort. Being her skirt was such an enjoyable experience. It was almost too enjoyable…”

    Too enjoyable… Nina could definitely understand where she was coming from there, for she was feeling that too.

    “Even now, as I have passed on this curse… a part of me wished I hadn’t. A small part but it’s there. The reason I was so hesitant about passing the curse on in the first place was because I kind of didn’t want to,” Carolline continued.

    Nina was stumped to hear that. Was that really true? When Nina finally turned back next week, would she also be hesitant? Would she, like Carolline before her, want to spend more time as clothing?

    “If I’m correct, you will have these increasing desires and feelings in there. It’s… okay to give in. You won’t lose yourself. You’ll still be you. In fact, it makes this experience much more fun for you,” Carolline said.

    It was exactly the same conclusion that Nina had come to by herself earlier. Giving into these emotions. These desires. It made her feel good and how bad could that truly be? Carolline had gone through all of this as well and she still appeared to be herself. Perhaps… perhaps giving in wasn’t so bad after all.

    Carolline let go of Nina again. “I’m off to work. I’ll see you again tonight,” she said. With that, Nina watched as her friend… her owner… left her all alone again with her fellow clothes.

Some time after Carolline had left, the desire to give in came over her again but she was still a little scared to just let go and so she pulled herself back again. However, she felt that her resistance was diminishing quickly. She reminded herself constantly that she was human. That she was Nina. That she was Carolline’s friend. That she was a dentist’s assistant.

    But… how could a dress be a dentist’s assistant? How could a dress be anybody’s friend? Why would a dress have a name? And why would she think that she was human? She was a dress. An article of clothing that is meant to be worn. Nothing more. She was property of her owner Carolline, just like all the other articles of clothing that hung around her to dry. She felt proud to be a part of Carolline’s wardrobe.

    She was Nina! She was human! She was-

    A dress didn’t do much. In fact, it didn’t do anything. Dresses don’t move on their own. They also can’t talk at all. Why would they be able to? Why did she feel frustrated earlier when Carolline was talking to her? It’s not like she had the ability to talk back, so why even worry about it at all?

    She was Nina… she was a… a human… right?

    A dress can truly accentuate the body of the person that wears it. She can only hope that she does as good a job of that as other dresses. That she would make her owner Carolline look as pretty as the other dresses do. She had always admired Carolline’s sense of fashion after all.

    She was… who again?

    Perhaps owner Carolline would choose to wear her again tomorrow? That would truly be wonderful. Yesterday, she had just been around her own house. Tomorrow, though, she would go to her job. It made the dress all that more giddy when she thought about being able to make her owner look good in front of others.

    She… was… 

    No. That wasn’t right. It was. What was it? Of course. It was a dress.

A bliss came over the dress. It was relaxing. It was nice. It felt nice. It was aware whenever it was worn and when it was taken off again but it was no longer really concerned about it. It belonged to its owner, and it knew that its owner would take good care of it. That she would wear her dress regularly and wash it when it got dirty.

    It was therefore quite the surprise when all of a sudden, there was a warm glow that overcame the dress and afterwards, things felt… different. At first, there wasn’t a whole lot to make sense of. Was the dress being worn? No, that definitely felt different. Then perhaps the dress was being washed? No, that was a very different experience altogether.

    “Nina?” came Carolline’s voice.

    Nina? Why did that name sound so familiar…

    “You have to listen to my voice. You’ve turned back,” Carolline said.

    Turned back? What was going on?

    “I know you’re confused. I was confused last week too. I still felt like a skirt and you probably still feel like a dress. But don’t worry. It’ll pass shortly,” Carolline said.

    Wait… last week… there was something important about last week. A transformation. A curse. A… 

    Nina shot up from the bed, her eyes wide.

    “Whoah… Nina?” Carolline asked.

    “... The curse is real…” Nina said. They were the first words that she had spoken in a week.

    “Yeah… it is,” Carolline nodded.

    Nina looked down at her body which was currently covered in a blanket. A good thing because she realized that she was naked underneath it. “I really was a dress for a whole week,” Nina mused.

    Carolline nodded. “How… did you like it?” she asked.

    Nina looked at her friend. “I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I loved every minute of it,” she said.

    Carolline chuckled. “I knew you would. I did too,” she said. She fell silent for just a moment, probably lost in her own memories for a moment there.

    “I… completely lost myself in there at some point…” Nina said.

    “Yeah. So did I. It was as if my whole existence was nothing but a skirt. Always had been, always would be,” Carolline said.

    Nina looked a little fearful. Even now that she realized again that she was human and that her name was Nina, there was a part of her mind somewhere that wanted to be worn again. “Isn’t that bad? You said yourself how you almost didn’t want to pass on the curse… You could want to spend a whole lot of time as nothing but clothing...”

    Carolline nodded. “I know… that’s why people call it a curse, after all,” she said.

    “So the curse isn’t that the people that have it get stuck as clothing… it’s that people might end up enjoying it too much…?” Nina asked.

    “I think so? I don’t really know much more about it,” Carolline said.

    Nina gulped. The urge to keep this curse for another week was there alright. What would she become if she transformed again? Another dress? Maybe a top? What about pants?

    “Earth to Nina,” Carolline said while laughing.

    “Huh? Wha?” Nina gasped.

    “We gotta get this curse away from you,” Carolline said.

    “Right… right,” Nina nodded. She knew she should. Her mind was screaming at her that she should.

    But there was that part of her that didn’t want that. And so… she began to ask more questions.

    “Do you know the longest time someone went on keeping the curse?” she asked.

    Carolline thought about that for a moment. “I’m not sure… Wilma told me that two victims before her, there was a guy that kept the curse for just over a month,” she said.

    Nina gulped. “That’s long…” she said. She liked this curse but five weeks?! That seemed long even for her right now.

    “I don’t know what made him keep it… nor do I know what made him pass it on after five weeks,” Carolline continued.

    “Hmm… and do you know if anyone getting cursed more than once?” Nina asked.

    “I’m sure there have been,” Carolline nodded. Of course, Marville wasn’t that big a town. Some people had to have gotten cursed multiple times. “Why all these questions?”

    “Well… I wanna know more about this curse. If we can understand it more, we can maybe… I don’t know, handle it with care?” Nina said.

    “I guess…” Carolline nodded. “But anyway. Who do you think you’ll be cursing next? Keep in mind that you have to look them in the eye to pass it on.”

    Nina thought about it. She knew plenty of people but she didn’t really want to inflict this curse on any of them. Well, there was one person. While outside of work, Carolline had always been Nina’s best friend, at work she closely associated herself with her fellow dentist’s assistant named Ashley. She trusted Ashley and she knew Ashley to trust her. Perhaps…

    “I’ll send out a message,” Nina said. She was a little sad about it but she knew that this was the best course of action. “Uhm… where’s my stuff?”

    “Oh! Right, sorry. Your clothes and things dropped to the floor when you transformed. Here,” Carolline said while fetching Nina’s belongings.

When Nina was all dressed up again, she looked at the clock and noticed that it was 1 AM. Of course, the curse stipulated that she would turn back at midnight on sunday. She didn’t realize that it was this late. So she sent out her message to Ashley, expecting not to get back an answer until the following day.

    Carolline, in the meantime, had gotten a bag of snacks and handed it to her. “Bet you were hungry after all of that,” she said.

    “You bet!” Nina nodded.

    “Ahm… I also wanted to ask. Were you… turned on in there?” Carolline asked.

    Nina was about to put a cookie in her mouth when the question hit her out of the blue. “W-well… uhm…” she stammered.

    “It’s okay. I won’t be offended or anything,” Carolline laughed.

    Nina gulped. “I was…” she admitted. “I especially loved the feeling of being worn…”

    Carolline giggled. “That was the best part for me too, though the rest didn’t feel unpleasant either. Just… the absolute bliss you feel when you are hugging someone so intimately,” she said.

    “... When you are fulfilling your purposes as a piece of clothing… yeah,” Nina mused. There was a moment of silence again as both girls kinda lost themselves in thought.

    “A-ah! Sorry…” Carolline said.

    “It’s okay,” Nina said, chuckling nervously.

    “I hope this Ashley of yours will accept. You explained everything in the message, right?” Carolline asked.

    “I did, and…. Huh?” Nina was surprised to find that right at that moment, her phone buzzed. How come Ashley was still awake at this hour?

    “That’s her already? Whoah, talk about timing,” Carolline said. Nina merely nodded in return and read out the message.

So that’s where you’ve been last week, huh? The curse of Marville… that brings back memories. I can help you out but not this coming week. Got a date planned and I don’t intend on spending that as a pair of socks. How ‘bout next week?

Both Nina and Carolline gasped at that response. Quickly, Nina sent another message.

You’re familiar with the curse already?

It didn’t take long for Ashley to respond.

Of course! I was cursed with it two years ago. I wouldn’t mind getting it again

“Oh my goodness…” Nina said out loud.

    “That’s great! If she already was cursed once, she knows how this works and might be better resistant to it!” Carolline said.

    “Yeah… that would work out great!” Nina nodded.

    “But… she can’t this week…” Carolline pointed out.

    Nina nodded sadly. “Yeah…” she said. It meant that she would have to find someone else…

    Or…

    “Nina… no,” Carolline said sternly. She already knew what her friend was thinking.

    “Come on, Carolline. One more week wouldn’t hurt, would it?” Nina asked.

    “It’s the curse talking there. You know that,” Carolline said.

    “I don’t think it is. I mean, I really wouldn’t mind spending another week as your clothing…” Nina said.

    “But…”

    “Come on. It’s only one more week,” Nina said.

    Carolline thought about it for a little bit more and let out a sigh. “Alright… if you’re sure. But we are definitely passing on this curse to Ashley next week!” she demanded.

    Nina hugged her friend closely. “Thank you!” she cheered. She was getting quite excited again at the prospect of being clothing once more in less than 23 hours. Eagerly, she sent a message back to Ashley.

Alright. I’ll wait for you until next week

Ashley sent back a message shortly afterwards again.

Enjoy yourself! Cya next week