Your head is spinning, it's all too overwhelming. First your body and now your clothes have changed. You don't know what to do next, but every fiber of your being is screaming to run before things can get any worse. You look down at the floor. Apparently when your pants changed, the contents of your pockets, including your keys and wallet, just spilled onto the floor. You reach down and pick up your wallet first. As you are trying to figure out where you can keep it in these new clothes that seem completely devoid of pockets, you feel it move in your hand. You look at it in shock as it grows larger and larger and a long strap grows from corner to corner. You are no longer holding your wallet, but a small purse. This is the last straw. You grab your keys from the floor, place them in your new purse, and bolt out of the, aptly named, changing room, running for the exit as fast as you can and leaving the costume behind. You aren't used to your new proportions or walking in heels, so you stumble a few times before you finally make it out of the shop. Back in the mall, you try to figure out a plan for what you will do next. Do you take a chance with another shop, hoping it will change you back, try the information kiosk, hoping they can help you, or just go home and regroup?