"Shorts?" Marc said. "You mean you can still see shorts—and things?"
"What are you babbling about?" Toffee said hopelessly. "What's wrong with that dummy, anyway?"
Marc stared at the manniquin wonderingly. "Good Lord!" he breathed, "I've developed X-ray eyes! As far as I'm concerned that dummy's as naked as a plucked chicken."
"But that's impossible!" Toffee said.
"Yes," Marc said, "but it's true. To me, that dummy is sheer unadorned plaster and nothing else. This is awful!"
"Maybe it will wear off," Toffee said uneasily.
Just then a bejewelled matron appeared at the end of the aisle. Inadvertently Marc glanced in her direction, then shudderingly looked away again; the woman's dress had melted away and she had been left strolling amongst the counters in only her girdle. Marc lowered his head and waited for her to pass.
"This is shocking!" he groaned. "I can't go around like this, seeing everyone without their clothes! It's indecent!"
"But how did it happen?" Toffee asked. "If we knew what caused it, maybe we could do something about it."