She agrees to go

Nina looked at both of them. "I'm not a conniving slut!" she declared. "But I don't want to spend the rest of my days trapped in this body. I want my own back. So how do we get out of here without anyone seeing us?"

"Oh dear! That is a problem!" Teresa exclaimed. She sat there pondering over their next move. "Well, first things first. Roxanne, you need to get out of that wedding dress. Put on some different clothes."

"Let me help you out of it," Nina offered. "I had a heck of a time getting it on." The two girls worked on getting Roxanne out of her dress, while Teresa sat thinking. "I've got it!" she proclaimed. The two girls almost jumped out of their clothes from the unexpected scare. "We can use the dumbwaiter to go down to the kitchen, and slip out the side door, and come out through the garden. Of course, we'll have to do it one at a time." She watched as the wedding dress hit the floor, and Roxanne lightly stepped out of it. She noticed the underwear she was wearing looked rather odd. "Nina? Do you mean to tell me you were wearing edible underwear under your wedding dress?"

"I wondered why it felt so sticky!" Roxanne exclaimed.

Nina blushed various shades of red, until she matched the red hair on Roxanne's body. "Hey! What can I say? You only get one honeymoon, and I wanted it to be memorable."

"You don't think any of this is turning out to be memorable?" Roxanne asked as she tried to stifle a giggle. "Would someone get me some real underwear? I can't stand to feel this stickiness any more."

"What? You're going to ruin my designer edible underwear?" Nina protested. "Just keep it on! I'm sure you can put up with it until we get switched back to our own bodies."

"Designer edible underwear!!!???" Teresa and Roxanne said at the same time. They couldn't help it any more, they both burst out laughing. "You could have made a set like this using fruit roll ups and licorice whips!" Roxanne giggled.

"Look, I know you both don't like me, but can we stop with the humiliation, please?" Nina looked at both of them, hands on her hips. "Please, just wear the underwear until we get switched back."

"Oh, okay," Roxanne relented. "And for the record, I really don't hate you."

"Well if that's all settled, let's get moving before we miss Mr Miyagi," Teresa cautioned.

(Disclaimer: No edible underwear, either real or fictional, was harmed in the making of this chapter. But stay tuned! You never know when Roxanne might sit down on a hill of ravenous ants!

"That's it!" exclaimed Roxanne. "I want these stupid underwear off me right now! I refuse to be stripped by ants!"

"You promised!" whined Nina.

"Oh, all right! As long as the author doesn't make me sit on an ant hill."

"It's going to be all right," Teresa said, trying to hold back a smirk. "I'm sure he's only kidding. He wouldn't make you sit on an ant hill."

Oh wouldn't I? At any rate, any similar events, either real or fictional, are purely coincidental.)