This wasn't as awesome as he'd have liked. Far from the temptation to explore Daisy's body, James had fled the scene, fleeing home, where all the posters and pictures of Daisy Ridley just seemed like a mockery. After panicking and Googling and panicking some more, finally, he'd passed out into a troubled sleep, waking some time the next morning.
He knew he had to find a cure and fast. What's more, think of the attention he'd get, the questions, if it came out that there was a Daisy Ridley clone wandering about! But nothing online seemed to give clues, the only thing he'd found was directions to a Mystic Purveyors in the nearby strip mall. At this point, it was his only lead.
And so he'd gone to the mall, trying to keep as anonymous as possible. None of his clothes were small enough for Daisy's slender frame, which helped, a baggy tracksuit covering his body. He'd put a baseball cap atop his head, sunglasses covering his eyes. It'd have to do. And amidst all this, he'd forgotten the amulet hanging around his neck, still ignorant as to its accursed enchantment.
The shop he was looking for was in the back of a larger unit, tucked away at the back. Paranoia crept up his perfect spine as he walked through the store, oblivious to it having been 12 hours since the change. Enough time to be able to change some more. He was nervous, starting away from people, trying to keep a healthy distance...