They agree to a pact.

"Oh dam it!" Jill blurted out. "It includes shirts too."

Tracy shook her head. "As if picking out an outfit wasn't hard enough. Why don't you try a dress."

Jill picked a cute summer dress and slipped on. "It's staying on." she declared. "So that's a small favor. But I can't go commando in this dress."

"Well your going to have to because I have to wear my cheerleading uniform today, so that means panties."

"Fine." Jill mumbled. She stepped into a pair of flipflops.

"Fuck!" her sister cried out. "Shoes are not clothes you stupid curse, their necessities."

"Sorry." Jill bit her lip as she studied herself in the mirror. "This isn't going to work. One of use is going to have to stay home. "

"Well we both have senior photos and you have that geek club thing." Tracy explained.

"It's called the glee club."

"Not to mention we have to find out who cursed us and twist the bastard's arm off. And my bet is its a classmate."

"Alright just so were clear. I got on a sundress, bra, and shoes. So if you have to change for any reason, don't pick those three things." Jill explained.

"Why do you get the shoes?"

"Because you got three things panties, skirt, and top, so I should get three things. It's only fair."

"Right" Tracy answered. Already she was thinking how much it was going to suck walking around all day without shoes.

Jill clapped her hands together. "Ok I think we've got this all worked."

Tracy waited until her sister walked out of the room before, throwing a few possible essentials into her school bag. Including her shoes, and a spare bra.