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The New You
a short story by Kit Reed
"Now-- The New You," the ad said. It was a two-page spread in
one of the glossier fashion magazines, and it was accompanied by a
shadowed, grainy art shot that hinted at the possibility of a miraculous
transformation which hovered at every woman's fingertips.

Raptly, Martha Merriam hunched over the magazine, tugging at her
violet-sprigged housedress so that it almost covered her plump knees.
She contemplated the photograph, the list of promises framed in
elegant italics, unaware as she did so that her mouth was working,
gnawing a strand of dirty, dun-colored hair.

In her more wistful, rebellious moments, Martha Merriam forgot her
dumpy body and imagined herself the svelte, impeccable Marnie, taller
by six inches and lighter by forty pounds. When a suaver,
better-dressed woman cut her at a luncheon or her husband left her
alone at parties she would retreat into dialogs with Marnie. Marnie
knew just the right, devastating thing to say to chick, overconfident
women, and Marnie was expert in all the wiles that keep a man at
home. In the person of Marnie, Martha could pretend.

"Watch the Old You Melt Away," Martha read, and as she mouthed
the words for the second time Marnie strained inside her, waiting for
release. Martha straightened imperceptibly, patting her doughy throat
with a stubby hand, and as her eyes found the hooker-- the price tag
for the New You in small print in the lower right-hand corner-- longing
consumed her, and Marnie took over.

"We could use a New You," Marnie said.

"But three thousand dollars." Martha nibbled at the strand of hair.

"You have those stocks."

"But those were Howard's wedding present to me-- part of his
business."

"He won't mind..." Marnie twisted and became one with the
photograph.

"But a hundred shares..." The hank off hair was sodden now, and
Martha was chewing faster.

"He won't mind when he sees us," Marnie said.

And Martha, eyes aglow, got up and went to the telephone almost
without realizing what she was doing, and got her broker on the line.

The New You arrived two weeks later, as advertised, and when it