You feel an odd sensation around your legs. You look down, and see that your designer jeans seem to be... moving?
No, that's not it... they seem to be shrinking somehow. You watch as your perfectly tailored, brand new jeans shrink until they're at least a full size too small, the tops of your high top shoes now showing off, along with your socks. As you watch, your now smaller jeans become faded. The cuffs become ragged, and a few small holes appear. They feel tight around your legs, and when the wind gusts, you can feel the cold prickle along the thin and worn spots.
In horror, you watch as your expensive cross-trainers slowly change into a pair of ratty old black canvas sneakers with sloppily tied laces.
You feel another odd sensation around your torso, and realize that your Abercrombe & Fitch shirt has somehow become a plain white, but at least clean, generic t-shirt.
Everything abruptly becomes colder with the next change, as your brand new leather jacket quickly morphs into a cheap cotton cloth jacket. You can feel a hood hanging at the back.
You run to a nearby shop window. It hasn't opened yet and the lights are off inside, so you can see yourself easily in the mirror-like reflection.
Your appearence confirms your fears. Somehow, your expensive clothes have changed into an outfit very much like the one the little punk you saw in the park bathroon the other day was wearing. The little queer had been looking at you, your remembered, so you'd popped him one. He'd deserved it, you thought.
The idea that this could be related to that somehow seemed impossible to you, but it was the only explaination you could think of!