"The costume will be for me... I think..." You aren't entirely sure yet. Maybe you should bring in your best friend Lisa and have her wear it? Or maybe alternate between wearing it yourself and someone else. Either way you are already browsing through the costumes looking for the one you want. "Do I have to decide now?"
"Well, no. You'll get this contract here that'll stop you from accidentally revealing the existence of magic. If you do reveal it on purpose to more than a handful and they don't sign the contract within the hour..." his voice trails off.
You turn to him and quip, "Let me guess, the stuff and my memories of it will magically be gone?"
"Precisely!" comes the answer with much more exuberance than is appropriate. "But let's get back to your purchase."
It bothers you that he is so sure that he'll get your money, but you are trying to focus on what's important: Finding the right costume. You look for an athletic blonde, the kind that turns heads and knows it.
The longer you search the more blondes you find and you would swear that new costumes appear where you just checked. Soon you spend minutes evaluating and then discarding costume after costume. One is too tall, the next is too flat and so on. You never realized how picky you can be, but here you are. The shopkeeper is luckily not here to observe you, having scrambled away to look for the right RW for you. How he'll do that without talking to you, you don't know and frankly you prefer it that way. The man creeps you out.
Then you finally find the costume you are looking for: Heart shaped face, deep green eyes, an innocent, heartrending smile and, of course, long flowing blonde hair. The body on the cover also meets all your expectations. She is somewhere around 5’5-5’8 with a slight tan and a toned body, very firm D-cups and a sweet ass.
Basically, this is the head turner you want.
Just as you start to wonder where the old magical coot is, he arrives from another aisle.
“Found something you like, yes? Sorry for the delay,” he says with surprising sincerity.
“Other customers?” you ask politely.
He shudders involuntarily and answers, “I wouldn’t extent that word to those fellows. Suffice to say that they’ve been dealt with. Anyway, I’ve brought you a number of RWs.”
With that he shows you a bunch of rings, bracelets and necklaces. You raise a sceptical eyebrow, “Your RWs are hidden inside Jewelry?”
“Not hidden inside. These things ARE the RWs. Enchanted to provide you with your own pocket reality and indestructible and stylish accessories to boot. Can’t have my customers end up trapped or mismatched, now can I? But let’s get back to you.”
You show him the the box with the suit that just caught your eye.
“Very good,” he says, not so much as a compliment and more as an acknowledgement that you made your decision. “Do you want this basic model or one with included personality and behavior?”
You think for a second before answering, “Are there different kinds of personalities?”
“Sure, I got the usual here: Girly girl, tomboy, enthusiastic cheerleader, class president, party girl and others,” he runs down the list and then looks at you intently. For a second you believe you see a yellow glint in his eyes, but before you can focus on it the store owner already continues. “But I have the feeling you’re looking for something else...”
Not waiting for your answer he grabs what looks like a random costume from the shelf. It is a premium version of the blonde High School senior you picked.
“This one comes with what is called the ‘schemer’ package. A sweet, inconspicuous personality, enveloping a manipulative and cunning core. Not much of a leader that one,” he explains his recommendation.
That sounds pretty much like what you want, though you wonder how he suddenly found out. But you wasted enough time already on something that might not even be real, so you decide to take this costume.
“I’ll take that,” you say and exchange the box in your hand for the other.
“Before we get to the RW: All costumes here come with enhanced libido. That fine with you, Sir?” he asks. You just nod, wondering what that might mean for you. “Splendid! Now, what kind of fantasy do you want to live out?”