The curtain of the stall is lightly tugged open and you find yourself looking up at the shopkeeper.
"Well, look at you! Aren't you just adorable!" exclaimed the shopkeeper. She clasps her hands together and gives you a warm smile. "I'd say you look rather nice, wouldn't you say?"
Turning your attention back to the mirror, you begin to take in your new appearance. Your pale, petite legs are a stark contrast to what they used to be and this change is only more evident due to the tights you are wearing. You're amazed by how small your torso is, all traces of muscle and manliness now absent. But what captivates your interest the most is your face. Round head, cute nose, and impeccably smooth skin cast a youthful glow that captures the essence of childish femininity. You notice that you have retained the same brown color your eyes and hair had previously as a male. You hesitantly pull downwards on one of the antenna of your headband and watch as it calmly bounces above your long, wavy, brown hair.
You feel as if a part of you is rejecting this acceptance of your transformation, but you quickly push that thought out of mind. While earlier today you might have been repulsed by the idea, you now wonder: what's the problem? Your old clothes are still here; you can change back whenever you want. And, oddly, you feel a tiny bit fulfilled in your new form, as if you had been yearning for this moment your whole life. You tentatively start to smile, which only widens as you revel in your cuteness.
You spin around in your dress, feeling the fabric sweep around your legs as you pivot on tiny feet. You face the shopkeeper again, "I couldn't have put it any better myself." , mildly surprised by the high pitch of your voice.
The shopkeeper nods affirmatively. "I knew you would enjoy the experience. Is your outfit satisfactory? Now that you've taken the first step, perhaps you'd be more open to making another selection?"
Your face scrunches up in concentration. Is there another costume that can make you even more cuter? You suppose there is no harm in looking. "Could you guide me to some more costumes?" you asked.
This question earns another smile from the shopkeeper. "Oh, I think you'll find more satisfaction in finding one for yourself." She gives you an affectionate pat on the head before turning to leave. "If you are need of assistance, you know where to find me." She winks and then exits the changing area.
You wander back to the main part of the costume shop and look around at the many selections that are hung up. You take mincing steps in your clothed feet as your eyes glance over the costumes, quickly getting accustomed to the delicacy and daintiness that your new body offers.
After browsing through many aisles of costumes, your eyes lock onto a...