Luckily, you didn't put on anything that was particularly girly. You didn't want to wear anything too outlandish, after all. It's just a pair of pink tennis shoes. You picked out a bra, thong, tankini, and The tingle seems to make its way down your spine, splitting at your legs--and for a moment you assume the worst--but then you let your breath out again as it passes your l'il buddy and meanders down into your feet, where it seems to almost bounce around and spread. The suspense is killing you; you rip off the shoes, shoved on over your...toe socks? Hold on...you were barefoot before you put on the shoes! This store certainly has some power if it can create things as well as change you! You peel off the socks and look at your new feminine feet. Besides being nearly four sizes smaller, your feet are now thin, slender, and soft, and your toenails, which now look as though they recently underwent a pedicure, are painted a glittery pink. Why is it that girls always paint their nails? What purpose does it server? you think to yourself.
But the salesperson's voice interrupts your thoughts: "I apologize for any inconvenience our opposites may cause, but store policy is spelled out in Section 9, paragraph 12 of our employee handbook, and I'm obligated to..." The blabbering goes on from there. But it gives you an idea. You begin to think...