It started when Marco came to Rachel's bedroom looking for her and saw Cassie trying on her clothes instead.
Marco demorphed and smirked. "You tied that wrapskirt wrong."
"Well, if you're so smart, show me how," Cassie challenged him.
Rachel came in to see Cassie completely enveloped in flowing white skirt, like an angel, and Marco in one of her blouses, his collarbones and shoulders bare. They looked up at her, and in her borrowed clothes they looked strangely innocent, almost like children.
They wanted to wear what she wore, touch what she touched. Maybe she wasn't tainted, after all.