Suddenly, the curtain opens and.... nobody is there.
Perplexed, you peer out into the changing room area hallway, but are surprised to find nothing out of the ordinary. Upon making this realization, you also note that you can now leave your stall.
Not ready to depart just yet, you step back into your stall and look into the mirror again. You smile inwardly as you admire how your new outfit looks on you. You pry your glance away and are met with the sight of a pile of male clothing bundled up on the corner of the bench. Surprisingly, you can’t seem to recall why the clothing is there, much less how it got here in the female changing room. Shrugging it off, you walk out of your stall and start heading back to the main part of the store.
As your about to turn into the hallway leading back, you feel impressed to look at the changing room in the corner of the room. The curtain in front of it is slightly ajar, but other than that, you see nothing remarkable about it. Despite that, you can’t help but feel drawn to it as well. As you quietly walk over in your tights, you peek around the curtain and are met with the sight of....