I cross my toes that Holiday won’t notice anything different, but Holiday is not in a noticing mood.

She grabs Mary Ann’s arm and marches her to the side of the stage faster than Princess Jasmine crosses the sky on her magic carpet.

The red light backstage starts blinking again.

I look at Mary Ann. She looks just like I looked in my dream outfit. I just hope she can model like me too.

I can tell she’s excited and nervous, just like I was. She turns around and looks at me. I give her a you-can-do-it look.

I can see the lights on the stage twinkling.

Fran starts talking to the audience and the cameras. “Welcome back to our very special Design Your Dream Outfit episode.”

I listen as Fran talks about how many people entered the contest and how many good designs she looked at before she chose this one. “I’m going to ask our winner, Miss Mallory McDonald, to walk the stage one more time and model her creation.”

Music starts playing again. It’s Mary Ann’s cue to start walking.

Holiday pushes Mary Ann up the stairs.

I cross my toes and my fingers as tightly as I’ve ever crossed them before. I hope we can pull this off. “GO!” I say silently. And she does.

I watch from backstage as Mary Ann walks across the stage. When she gets to the far end, she turns and pauses, just like I did.

She puts one hand on her hip and waves to the audience, just like I did.

The audience claps. She smiles at the camera and waves again. Then she walks back across the stage. Just like I did.

When she gets back to where Fran is standing, Fran wraps an arm around her. “Let’s give a big round of applause to Miss Mallory McDonald.”

I listen while the audience claps and the music keeps playing.

We did it! I let out a deep breath.

I can’t believe I was on the Fashion Fran show and so was Mary Ann. Our dream came true. All our wishing and planning and pinky swearing worked.

“Isn’t her outfit dreamy?” I hear Fran ask the audience.

There’s more clapping, and then Fran talks some more about fashion and design. When she’s done she waves good-bye to the audience and says what she says at the end of every episode.

“That’s it for today. See you tomorrow with more of the latest, greatest finds in the world of fashion.” She blows a kiss.

Somewhere I hear a man yell, “Cut!”

The next thing I know, Mary Ann is walking down the steps back toward me.

As happy as I am and as much as I want to jump for joy with her that we were both on the Fashion Fran show, now is definitely not the time for that. There’s one more part of my plan that needs to happen. And it’s an important part, too: we need to change back before anyone notices we changed in the first place.

I give Mary Ann a follow-me look.

I walk toward the bathroom and so does she. When we get inside, I close the door and lock it.

Mary Ann’s skin is sparkly from the heat of the lights. “Your plan went off without a hitch!” she whispers. “I don’t know what made you add the wig, hat, and glasses to your dream outfit, but if you hadn’t, this plan never would have worked.”

I don’t know what made me add them either, but I’m glad I did!

Mary Ann hugs me. “We did it!” she says just loudly enough for me to hear.

“We’re still doing it,” I say.

She nods like she gets exactly what I mean.

I peel off my clothes and Mary Ann peels off hers. We change clothes even faster than we changed the first time, and I didn’t think that was possible.

When we finish changing, Mary Ann and I inspect each other. “Everything is just like it was before we changed,” she whispers.

I nod that I agree.

Mary Ann and I both take deep breaths.

I have a feeling when we open this door, Holiday will be right there on the other side, waiting to take us to our mothers.

But I’m surprised when I open the door, and so is Mary Ann. Holiday is not the one who is waiting for us.

It’s Fran. She looks at us with her hands on her hips.

“Girls,” says Fran, “you are in double trouble!”