You hear footsteps behind you, the clerk is coming. There's a few steps up to another curtained doorway. You run up the steps, and through that curtain, closing it carefully behind you. You turn, and are startled to see that you're in the shop display window. You try to turn back to the curtain, but you discover you cannot move. You stand there like a statue with the other items displayed for sale, you're not even breathing. You are afraid.
People walk by the window, most don't even seem to notice you. Some stop to look in the window, but no one seems to even notice you. One little boy in an oversize tee shirt, and rolled up jeans points at a golden pocket watch on the table next to you, and disappears. A few minutes later, the clerk appears with the little boy in tow.
"This is the watch you want?" the clerk asks.
"Yes, sir, if I can afford it. You see my grandfather died recently. I'm wearing his old clothes, and that watch, well." He paused, and continued, "It's just like my grandfather's watch, they couldn't find it when he died, and well, I'd like to buy it. If it's too expensive, do you have lay-a-away?"
"I think we can work something out. Go back to the front of the store, I'll be along shortly. Just need to straighten up the window," he said. Then he turned, and looked straight at you. He tugged at your jacket, and made a face of distaste. "Boss, never tells me when he gets new merchandise, or maybe he considers you a shop fixture. Still I am in charge of the display. Well, I'll take care of the boy and the watch, and then I'll be back to rearrange the window. Shop clerk, window dresser and chief cook and bottle washer..." he mumbled as he disappeared through the curtain.
A few minutes later, you see the boy stop in front of the window. He doesn't look in, he pulls the watch out of a plain paper bag, and pops open the cover to look at the face. He adjusts the stem, and as you watch, he changes from a young lad into a young man of at least 20. His loose shirt and pants became skintight. He bent over and unrolled his jeans down to his shoes. His face now sported a mustache and goatee. He stood up straight, kissed the watch, closed the cover, put it in his pocket, wadded up the now empty bag and tossed it into a litter bin, as he walked off. What the hell? A magic watch? What kind of shop was this?