Your new body and hair feel so good you find yourself mentally drifting off as you walk along. You're having so much fun just feeling the dark tresses dance around your body that you stop looking at the different shops. You just keep trotting along.
"Hello, miss!" someone calls. You turn, skirt and long locks flapping in response, and see a tall, well-dressed woman standing in the doorway of a little shop with different kinds of uniforms in the windows. They range from normal school and military suits to fancy variations on professional dress wear. Some even look like they'd fit fashions for centuries ago.
"Enjoying you time here?" she asks.
You nod politely at her.
"Then might I suggest a bit of an upgrade? That uniform looks far too plain for such an elegant and beautiful girl."
A hint of rosiness colors your pale cheeks for a moment before vanishing as the smallest smile plays about you lips. She thinks you're elegant! You ask her what she'd like to do for you.
"I can give that uniform of yours a little character," she offers. "Or I can help you find a totally new look. What do you think?"