She walked to her closet and opened the doors to find an assortment of small tight T-shirts, halter tops, and dresses.
Karyn rarely wore dresses. Or skirts, for that matter, which there were plenty of as well.
Apparently, having a body like that of Sarah's meant having that same type of clothing as Sarah. She still had some baggy shirts, like the one she was wearing, but only a few. Not nearly as many as there used to be.
Out of curiosity, she took a tight pink T-shirt out of the closet and put it on. Walking in front of the mirror, she had a look of shock on her face.
"I can't wear this. It makes me look like a slut." Which is exactly the kind of person Sarah was, most of the time.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Then it began to open. It was ...
