You walk in on rows of CDs, stacked to the top of the wall on a shelf. In front of it was a bunch of seats to test out the different headphones the store sold. These tables had touch screens the headphones were jacked into.
You'd check it out, but right now the headphones were taken up by more pretty faced and pretty bodied twenty year old ladies. They had curves you didn't mind looking at, but the weird thing was that they looked like zombies, blankly staring at the screens, one of them even drooled.
Victims who went into Bae's music departments met the same fate: They choose a song, put on the headphones, and are immediately brain-jacked. The headphones emmitted frequencies that could not only block mental pathways, but override them. New memories were installed as their bodies transformed (aged up or down depending on age, bigger curves, and everything as stated before) , onlookers none-the-wiser thanks to hologram projections of the girls they would become.
One girl snaps out of the trance and gets up, looking at her phone.
"Oh no, I'm almost late for my date!" the girl yells out as she bolts out of the store.
You slip on the headphones to listen to whatever song she was listening to, immediately spotting it. The genre was...