You don't pay much attention to the clothes until you're in the dressing room, but the woman gave you a simple gingham dress and accessories to match.
You're a little embarrassed, but you take off your clothes and start putting it all on. Since you're in a dressing room, no one will have to see you. You can always just take it all off before you get out.
You put the underwear and bra on, then the pantyhose, then slip the dress over the top of your head. You button it up and turn to look at yourself in the mirror.
You stare for a long time. The image reflecting back at you is not what you expected, but rather its a knockout. Her breasts are barely contained in her too-tight dress, which only goes down low enough to be legal in Atlantic City or Las Vegas. Even so, your face has a strange kind of purity, with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. You're the farmers daughter from all the old jokes and stories. A knockout that traps unwitting salesmen.
Strangely, you don't feel angry about the transformation, or even scared. Somehow, you know you should, but you don't. You feel...
Happy.
Almost giddy.
You run your hands over your breasts, then down to your waist. With a smile, you step out of the dressing room.