Steven and Carly looked out the front windows of Beautylicious at the parked van. "So near, and yet so far away, 'eh?" Steven gave her a half smile.
"Yeah..." Carly tried to smile back, but was too petrified to fake it.
Liz paced back and forth, patting her new body's clothing and looking on the desk and countertops of the salon. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"What's wrong Liz?" Carly asked as she and Steven walked back into the salon and watched her frantic behavior.
"I can't find the damned keys to the van! I think they were in my pants pocket when...when whatever happened, happened to us." She teetered a bit, almost tripping on her new stilettos. "These fucking shoes will be the death of me!"
"Good Lord luv, even Steven is doing better on his new heels than you!" Carly smiled as she watched Liz stomp around. Liz stopped in her tracks and laughed despite herself. "You know me, I've never been particularly good at being girly."
"Are you saying I am?!?!" Steven groaned, causing the two women to giggle even more.
As the mirth subsided, Carly spoke up. "So what now?"
Liz shrugged and sighed. "I don't know. I guess we can call for an ambulance or something. "
Steven frowned. He did NOT like the idea of having to face the no doubt bewildered and amused stares of EMTs. Granted, even if they'd managed to drive the van to the hospital he'd eventually have to face hospital staff and the like. "This just keeps getting better and better."
"We'd best not drag our feet. Do you have a cell phone Carly?" Liz inquired.
"Yeah. It's in my purse. I'll fetch it." Carly strutted across the room getting within a few paces of her bag before slowing down and coming to a stop in her new heels. "Do, do either of you hear that?" she asked, cocking her head to listen for some far off sound.
"Hear what, dear?" Liz asked, looking around but oblivious to any strange sound.
Steven tilted his head as well. "I don't hear anything either..."
"Shhhhhh!!!" Carly put her gloved index finger to her lips and shushed him. "I swear, I can hear...music...".
Liz and Steven looked at each other and shrugged their now identical shoulders.
As Carly listened for the music, her right foot began to tap against the floor with a steady, regular rhythm. "I swear I hear it!" She continued to listen.
"Does it have the same beat that your tapping out?" Steven asked as he and Liz approached Carly and continued to listen for themselves.
"Tapping? I'm not..." Carly trailed off as she looked down and saw one of her long new legs was indeed, tapping her pump on the salon's tiled floor in time with the faint music she was hearing.
"I still can't hear it." Steven started walking toward the entrance.
"Uh, guys. I'm not tapping my foot. It's doing it on it's own and I can't make it stop!" Carly sounded concerned.
Liz walked over and looked at her foot, still tapping out with a regular beat. "Carly, I'll see if I can..." she was just about to lean down and see if she could restrain her friend's errant new limb, when Carly's posture went ramrod straight, her gloved hands snapping down and placing themselves on her hips.
"I'm not doing this! I can't make myself stop or move! The music is getting louder!" Carly was beginning to look genuinely terrified eve as her body posed and continued to tap to an unheard beat.
Liz stopped and cocked her head. "Wait a second..." she squinted and furrowed her brow. "...I think I can hear it too!"
"It's old fashioned sounding, isn't it? Like a big band or something?" Carly, despite her helplessness was glad someone else was finally hearing the tune as well.
"I still don't..." Steven stopped as he realized that two feet were now tapping in the room. The trio looked down to see that Liz was tapping her right heel tip in time with the music's beat as well.
"Oh no..." Carly and Liz looked at each other, their faces going pale. An instant later, Liz snapped into a rigid posture as well, posing in the same way as Carly.
"Shit!!! We don't need things to get even weirder!!!" Steven paced back in forth. "Fuck it. I'm calling the ambulance service before I start..." Steven came to a halt, suddenly hearing fast moving, soaring, big band or orchestra music. "No! I have to get to the phone!!!" Steven grimaced as his lovely new body spun around to face his two companions without his permission.
Moments later, the trio all stood in identical, hands on hips poses as they continued to tap their right foot to the strange music. "Well, this is a hell of a development." Liz shook her head and grit her teeth. "I can't do a damned thing to stop myself."
"This is so creepy!" Carly was tearing up again.
"How long do you think we're going to be made to do..." Steven trailed off as all there of their errant bodies suddenly shifted position, tapping out a twin beat with each foot as their identical, delightful legs forced them to march around the center of the room in a circle. Each reached out with their left hand and gripped each other's outstretch wrist, almost like some kind of May Day celebratory dance.
"That answer your question?" Liz grunted in frustration.
The trio continued their merry little circular march to the far off beat for several minutes. "Are either of you feeling tired? I KNOW this would've reduced me to a panting, sweaty mess when I had my own body." Steven asked, genuinely curious and trying to break the monotony.
"Nope. Not in the least." Liz answered. Carly just shook her head no and sniffled.
Finally, the trio broke their circular pattern and started off single file toward the front door, Carly in the lead, Liz in the middle, and Steven bringing up the rear, hands on the hips of the body in front of them like a tap-dancing conga line. "We appear to be departing." Liz sounded resigned.
As they approached the front door, rather than open it, Carly's marching, dancing body extended her long left leg and kicked it smack dab in the middle, shattering it and ripping it from the hinges. The remnants flew out onto the sidewalk before them as they tap danced across the broken glass.
Out onto the side walk, the trio broke their single-file formation and went into a side-by-side three abreast pattern. Carly at the farm right, Liz in the middle, and Steven on the left. Arms linked, they began to march, with and alternating, musical, tap-dancing cadence as they continued to dance and journey out into the night following the strange music.
"What are we going to do?!?!" Carly yelped.
"Not much for the moment, luv. We appear to be passengers on this little trip." Liz answered. With perfectly synchronized tapping strides, the three hapless friends did just that as their new bodies spirited them away.
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