It's hard to tell if it's your new found feminine identity talking or not, but, for some reason, you now have an urge to go shopping in the mall.
Out of habit, you reach down to your "pants" to check your wallet to see how much money you have only to be reminded that you are now wearing a denim mini-skirt that has no pockets. Wondering what happened to your wallet during your transformation, a small, brown leather purse on the dressing room bench catches the corner of your eye. You don't recall that being there when you entered. Curious, you pick the purse up and unzip it. Inside you find a lipstick that seems to match the shade you're wearing, a compact, mascara, a hair brush, a pocketbook scheduler, and a new wallet. You open the wallet and realize it is yours; the ID matches your reflection. You also see something in your wallet that makes you smile - a credit card. You replace the contents of your purse,with the addition of your magical flashlight, zip it closed, and place your arm through the handles of the purse so it hangs from the crook of your elbow.
As you step out of the dressing room, not missing a single stride in your high heels, you take a moment to think about what to shop around for first.