Amy gaped in shock. She - well, now he - couldn't believe his eyes. Where once had stood a somewhat short, slim average girl, now was a slightly taller, wiry, relatively good-looking boy. Amy's shoulder-length dark hair had receded into a slightly shaggy cut which curled above the nape of his neck. His hands had become larger, as well as his feet, and his limbs had become slightly hairier. Lifting a hand to his cheek, he felt the rough bristle of stubble, and lower, his Adam's apple.
"Wow," Amy breathed, then gasped at the depth of his new voice. "That's really...me?" he asked, turning to the robed man.
"Satisfied, I hope?" the owner grinned as he closed his book. "One of my finer works, if I do say so myself. I took the liberty of modifying your clothes to match your new size as well."
Amy hadn't realized, but his t-shirt, which had once accentuated his curves, and his crop pants and sneakers, still fit him perfectly, although they seemed a bit odd in terms of style on his boyish frame. Especially the slim pants, which had a rather noticable bulge. Lifting his shirt, he ran his hand down his flat chest and stomach.
"Is this...okay? I mean, the clothes are kinda girly," Amy asked cautiously, trying not to seem discontented.
"Everyone will accept how you are now as how you have always been. In other words, no one will feel you dressing as you wish is unusual, and it will help establish your new memories in this reality," the owner smiled, then put on a serious look. "But don't forget, you only have a week to decide if you want to remain like this, otherwise there is no going back!"
Amy was too busy admiring himself in the mirror, and nodded absently at the owner's warning. While the clothes didn't match his new form, that was easily taken care of. Eager to get home and take a closer look, Amy waved thankfully to the owner and trotted out to the front of the store. Just as he was about to head for the exit, someone called out.
"Amy! Finally, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Lina! Amy realized. Before he could say anything, Lina came barreling down the aisle and grabbed him around the arm, so close Amy could smell the flowery scent from her shampoo in her hair. "Let's go already, I'm bored to tears."
As the two exited the store, Lina's closeness drove Amy to distraction, which struck Amy as odd, as he had never felt that way around his friend before. It was almost to the point that he couldn't think about the discoveries about his new self that he had made thus far, the first being that he was still called Amy, and the second being that Lina was still his friend. Or was she?
"Uh, Lina? You can let go now, you know..." Amy began.
"Haha, getting embarrassed, silly?" Lina chuckled. "Don't worry, it's okay to cuddle..."