You shake your head out of it. Maybe you just need to give this skin time, after all you just put it on and maybe things will get back to normal if you do. Besides, you cant stay naked forever. You glance over the clothes the nice woman....you correct yourself, your girlfriend bought for you. They're so pretty. Wait...what? You never thought of clothes much more than that. But you can't help but imagine how they'll look on you, and how nice it was to be complimented by the grown up. You pick out a dress and blouse, pink and white which are complimenting colors, and you put them on along with some cartoon print underwear. You tug light yellow socks with polka dots onto your feet, and a pair of low top cream white sneakers on top, lacing them up. Tying back your hair you comb it into place and twirl around.
You...you look pretty. Prettier than most of the girls in the sixth grade now! Just wait til they see you. The thought comes as your brain tries to process, meanwhile there's a knock. "you done in there?" The woman...your girlfriend asks....