An employee’s uniform wasn't exactly what you hoped for, but it was just enough to help you blend in with the other staff. You'll probably have enough time to find some uniform that matches your old measurements, seeing as how your old clothes disappeared. It may not work in turning you back to normal, but what choice did you have?
You undress and put on a pair of oversized chino pants and logoless navy blue polo shirt, practically swimming in them. But before too long, you could feel the changes taking effect.
From your perspective, the room seemed to have been shrinking, though it was your height that was increasing. You were growing into the uniform, and now you can grab on to your pants, lifting them above the floor. The red locks of hair turned brown and receded away from your vision. The outset of a penis gradually pushed out, along with the return of testicles.
"Ah, thank goodness I'm male again..." You mumbled, in an unrecognisable pubescent boy’s voice —a boy who looked like he was playing dress-up in his older brother’s clothes, one might say.
All was about to change when a wave of soreness spread across your body, concentrating mainly on your muscles, heralding the inflation that pushed back and forth your shoulders, pecs, abs, and biceps, all the way down to your calves.
Pleasure replaced the pain of muscle growth, prompting you to moan and gasp, your voice dropping a few octaves lower with each moan. Whilst this was happening, your height finally settled at a fitting 5’9. The clothes were now a perfect fit. You'd love to see the result of your changes, but your tenting boner had other ideas.
Unable to ignore it anymore, you unzip your pants and whip out your throbbing cock, which stood excitedly at 8 inches. You shudder as you pumped it with one hand while feeling your abs with the other. This guy must have been hitting the gym for a while. You could tell he was beefy but far from being bulky.
At the climax, you close your eyes and bite your lip as a stream of semen ejected from your endowed manhood. Once finished, you zip up your pants and walk up to the cleaning trolley. There you could make out the reflection of a young man in the diluted water.
You grab your (now size-adjusted) shoes & socks, put them on and head back to the spacious supply rooms, leaving only a splash of warm cum behind.
"Janitor’s problem." you tell yourself.
"There you are, Darell! Where have you been?" A man calls out. You turn back and see it was the same assistant from earlier!
"You should know by now that you can't leave your badge behind." He says as he hands out a name badge with the words ‘Darrell Shephard - Sales Associate’ —your new identity.
You put the badge’s lanyard around your neck, with a brief sense of familiarity, as if you've always worked here. Vague recollections of being a college junior and working here to pay for your tuition creep their way into your memories.
"I need you to go back to the waiting lines. Some people got the wrong measurements, apparently."
Seems like you aren't the only one complaining about the wrong uniform. But by the looks of it, you're the only one who's ever transformed because of it. Could it be some superpower you have?
"Oh, and if you happen to see a 14-year-old boy scout and 5-year-old girl scout wandering about, bring them to me. Their parents must be worried by now."
Ironically, both of these lost scouts were none other you.