Aileen frowned as she listened to Francis, then watched him climb out of the car.  Was she on some strange reality TV show?   There had to be a logical explanation...  With a sigh, she picked up the t-shirt and rubbed into between two of her fingers for a moment.  It looked normal enough.  It didn't, however, seem like much of a magical relic.  She focused, and the t-shirt melted before her eyes.  It became almost liquid for a moment, then shifted into the form of a slinky black dress.<br/><br/>For several seconds Aileen just stared.  She was in shock, unsure what to say or do.  If what he said was true, fuck.  Maybe it was advanced technology?  But how would Francis get it?  With a sigh, she rolled down the window.<br/><br/><strong>"So, why a shirt?  I mean, it will save me money on my wardrobe, but it doesn't seem all that useful."</strong>She informed him.