"It feels sooo good to be clean, both clothes and body," Carrie said as she twirled in front of a mirror that stood in the living room, it had the same design as the one Emory shattered earlier.
Her pleated skirt unfurled in a circle as she spun, her clothes appeared smaller than they were before she tossed them in the washing machine. They had shrunk due to the fact that they stayed too long in the wash cycle.
Her black skirt now rested just above her knees and her grey shirt hugged her body tighter than it did before, her sweater had it the worse as it shrunk down so much that she could not properly wear it, so she decided to ditch it.
The air around her seemed to have undergone some major changes as she stood taller, and more confident, exuding a certain grace to her posture.
