It Started With a Spinny

Double Date

Amity frowns at herself in the wardrobe mirror, the purple dress just looking...

"Are you sure she'll like it?"

Vee takes her hand, "I have it on good authority that, yes, she'll love it! If you do?"

Amity nervously holds her own pale elbow, "It's just, a lot! Are you sure-"

"Yes!" Vee insists, turning Amity to hold both her hands, "The look on her face when she saw me wearing it!"

Amity looks down, "But it looks all, wrong on me."

"That's because you're not wearing it properly."

Amity stares, "Did I put it on wrong?! I don't want to damage your-"

"It's your dress," Vee insists, "if you want it. And that's not, I, um..." she closes her eyes. "Would it be okay if I showed you what I mean?"

She risks a look, sees Amity happily nodding: "Please!"

Vee nods, turning to the mirror. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, and with a wet ratttlehis she feels herself becoming taller, thinner, fuller. She opens her eyes, sees two Amity's staring back at her from the mirror. She flinches, and her hair becomes shaggy green-blonde again with pink tips, her eyes blinking sideways over golden pupils.

"S-sorry," she offers, hunching inwards.

She watches in the mirror as Amity holds her shoulders, soothing: "It's okay, you can stop if this makes you uncomfortable."

Vee looks down, "I, I'd like to show you what I meant first. Can you just, um-"

"I don't hate you."

"Thank you." She takes a deep breath, focuses on the dress. She'd shapeshifted it so well, the satiny fabric looking so perfect, and she starts to turn side to side to watch the magenta sheen dance over the curves it was meant to show off, looking so interesting, so unique, making her beam with joy!

"Wow," Amity admits, "I see what you mean!"

"See!" Vee spins, "It's so cool and, but-"

She sees Amity before her, still looking nervous.

Vee reaches out, her pale hands taking Amity's, making her look up to see her encouraging smile. "But it looks better when you like wearing it! And you don't have to-"

"I want to, just," Amity's weak smile falters: "How?"

Vee thinks, "I, hmm, I have an idea. Well Luz had an idea, she called it a spinny?"

Amity smirks: "That certainly sounds like a Luzism. Can you show me?"

"I, um," Vee squeezes one of Amity's hands, lifting it up above the two of them. She smiles reassuringly as she brings a mostly steady hand up to hold Amity's pale shoulder, guiding her to turn, and keep turning, spinning with the skirt flaring out and gleaming in a swirl of neon purple that dances in her smiling eyes! She laughs as she pirouettes, turns even faster, trips and falls into Vee's arms still laughing.

"Sorry," she pushes herself unsteadily upright, still beaming, "it's been a while since Odalia made me do battle ballet."

Vee tilts her head: "Battle ballet? Well that sounds awesome!"

Amity smiles: "I was actually pretty good, even if I wasn't The Best." She holds her own arm, "I wish I'd kept doing it." Her smile becomes bright as she looks up, lifting one hand behind her with exaggerated elegance, offering the other to Vee. She hesitates only a moment before taking it, Amity spinning her up to herself and making Vee yelp into a laugh! Amity holds Vee's hands and spins them both, their dresses gleaming in a shared rush of purple until they crash together again, both laughing!