Sigh, if the shopkeep thinks that already then I moght as well take the opportunity to go all the way, maybe it'll be funny.
This outfit was the whole set a pink skirt with a pleated design tucked into a white u-neck top surrounded by a thin, pink jacket. Accessorized with a pink leather purse over the shoulder and a pink bow in the skinsuits bright blonde hair. Her feet were tucked inside hot pink high heels with nude pantyhose inside them. Her ears were decorated with red heart earrings and her face was covered with expertly painted makeup that made her look kinda hot, for a skinsuit that is. If she was a real girl, she would be out of your league by a distance that you can't even calculate.
You snatch her off the wall and whisk her into the changing room. You take it slow at first but you quickly get excited after you realize how comfy it felt.
Finishing touches here and there and... Boom! You look in the mirror in the back of the room and stare at the drop dead gorgeous girl that stared back at you.
Was that, me? Me being you. Could she really be you. No no. This was a mistake. She was real and you were fake.
She was born female and you were just some costume that she wore for her whole life until she took you off and dropped you on the floor like the limp sack of skin that imprisoned her for so long.
She preppily stepped out of the changing room and walked up to the shopkeep who was already smiling at her.
"How much do I owe you?" She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet."That'll be $250 for your purchase, young miss." He knew from the start how this would end for you.
She flung her lucious hair back behind her shoulder and walked out, clicking her heels against the tile floor of the mall.