Perfect Fit 10-minute Clothing Change

“Vacation at last! I thought it would never get here,” Taylor announced loudly to his wife Casey. When she didn’t respond, he went over to see what was holding her attention so raptly. “Whatcha staring at?”

“Remember I told you I had some weird extended family? This came by registered mail. It’s from an attorney for my great-great aunt Maeven’s estate. Apparently she died.”

“I’m sorry. Were you close? I don’t recall you ever mentioning her.”

“No, I only met her one time when I was around eleven. She seemed really fun, at least to an eleven year-old, but for the life of me I can’t remember why.”

“So what’s the letter?”

“She sent me a Spell!”

“What do you mean a spell? Like a magical incantation,” Taylor chuckled.

“Yeah. I told you I had some weird family. See for yourself,” Casey said handing her husband the strange letter.

Tracy accepted the odd feeling not-paper letter and looked at it.

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|FE2E:@ G6DE:F> 5646> >:?FE@CF> A6C764E2 2AE2

2446?EF2C6 6E :?E6CAF?86C6

p=E:EF5@ DE2?5: ?@? >FE2EFC

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“This is just nonsense. What do you mean it’s a spell?”

“Granted it’s in Latin, but ...” Casey started.

“That’s not Latin. It’s just nonsense.” Taylor said.

“It’s Latin. See, Right here!” Casey said, putting her finger on the paper.

Taylor reflexively looked at where Casey had put her finger and saw:

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Mutatio vestium decem minutorum perfecta apta

accentuare et interpungere

Altitudo standi non mutatur

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“What the hell!” Taylor whispered, followed by, “Holy Fuck!” when the text reverted to nonsense before his eyes when his wife stopped touching it.

“According to aunt Maeven’s letter, this spell can be cast on clothing that’s currently being worn, and it will transform into a perfect fit of any style and size desired. But only for ten minutes, then it reverts back.”

“I’m reeling at the text changing while I looked at it. But just for sake of argument, even if it worked, what use would a ten minute clothing change be?” Taylor challenged.

“It might be handy for trying different outfits and styles,” Casey said.

“Another thing,” Taylor pointed out. “How could any style and size be a perfect fit? That’s contradictory. I’m sorry Hon, but your aunt was looney toons.”

“Oh! Her letter says the subject must be standing, and the standing height cannot be changed,” Casey read.

“See, loony and specific.” Taylor said smugly.

“But what if …” Casey started.

“Hon,there’s no point in our arguing, just try it, and we can be done with this.” Taylor said, holding out his arms in a bring-it-on pose.

“Okay … okay, let me think. I want you wearing embarrassingly short tight men’s basketball shorts, and a wife‑beater Tee that displays a muscular physique. Oh, and long shoulder length hair appropriate for a romance novel cover.”

“Whoa! Getting into this are we?” Taylor winked.

“Shush!” Casey said and began to read, “Mutatio vestium decem … standi non mutatur.”

“No flash of lightning or thunder. Sorry Hon I, I … I … what the fuck!” Taylor paused listening to the deep voice come out of himself while looking at arms that rippled with muscle.

“Oh my gawd, it actually worked!” Taylor said,speaking through her splayed fingers that partially covered her mouth in shock.

“This is incredible. Look at me,” Taylor said, tossing his long hair and striking a pose that would look great on the cover of any bodice ripper.

“Is it real?” Casey half whispered, carefully touching the arm of what she knew must be her husband. His bare legs looked like they could run miles, and his arms looked like he chopped trees for fun.

Neither was quite sure how long they stood there staring and feeling the changes, prominent of which was Taylor’s bulging erection undeniably on display against the snug basketball shorts that no guy would ever wear in public. After awhile, Taylor scooped his wife up effortlessly to her delighted screams and giggles, kissed her slowly and passionately, before carrying her toward the bedroom.

Just before he reached the bed, Taylor stumbled and half dropped his suddenly heavy wife to the floor.

Casey laughed, stood up on her own and said, “10 minutes!”

Taylor looked at himself to see he was back in his regular clothes and no longer his wife’s fantasy creation. “Well that’s worthless!” Taylor complained.

Laughing with delight, Casey had noticed that Taylor’s standing height had not changed even switching between his work dress shoes and tennis shoes. “I wonder,” she whispered to herself.