Tiara

"That looks nice," said the woman, her cough subsiding. She picked up a star tiara/headband.

"It will go lovely with that dress," said Petra, making sure to sound encouraging.

Eve helped the new woman place the tiara upon her head. The short brown hair she had quickly lengthened and begun tying itself into an intricate bun. Remnants of John began to scream, but their shrieks of terror were suppressed by the lovely thoughts of walking down the aisle on her wedding day. She laughed and giggled as the thoughts stewed.

"Would you like to see how you look, my sweet?" asked Petra.

"Yes, please," said the woman as she stroked her feathery gown.

Eve rolled in a full length mirror into the aisle.

The woman fainted at the sight of her reflection. Eve quickly rushed to her side, "Are you alright?"

"I am a wo-... a wom-" tried the bride. Then the thoughts of the wedding came back to her, "I'm beautiful!" she squealed.

Petra smiled, "And what is your new name?"

"I am... Emily," laughed the woman, "Who else would I be?"

Eve helped Emily up as Petra showed the new woman to the stairs, "Are you ready for your wedding?"