Devon has been getting warmer and more comfortable as he has kept walking. At one point, he scratches his arm and feels longer and denser hair meeting his fingers. "Hm, what is going on with my body hair?" he thinks. "Never mind, where are my clothes?!"
This is about the eighth time he has had to remind himself what he is looking for. He should really really care that every article of clothing has mysteriously disappeared from his body. He doesn't remember taking any of it off! But the pet food and pet toys in every aisle are very interesting, and his missing clothes are increasingly ... less interesting. He stops in one aisle to squeeze a dog's squeaky toy. He stops in another aisle and spins one of those ball-and-track toys for cats. He passes through a food aisle and his mouth waters at the smell of pet treats from one end to the other. He loses track of time every time. "How long have I even been here?" he asks himself. But he doesn't have any answer.
He thinks he hears Dom and Blaise saying to each other a few aisles away, but he makes sure to go in the other direction. Maybe they've seen his clothes, but he still tries to remind himself that he shouldn't be observed nude. He hasn't seen or heard Erik or the shopkeeper for a long time. Where could they be and what could they be talking about? And why does that hamster ball look like it would be fun to roll around in if he were small enough?
When he finally looks down he sees black. Not a black floor underneath his feet. Not brown skin to make people think of him as "black." Not a black shirt or black pants; he still hasn't found his clothes or had any new garments appear on him. He can't see most of his own skin anymore because of many many black hairs that have grown out of it.
"What?!" Devon reaches down a hand to pat himself down; at least his palm is bare enough to feel the strands of his body's new covering. He'd noticed he was getting hairier. At had first it hadn't seemed too out of the ordinary but it seemed a bit copious a few times as he browsed. But now it was beyond enough to grab and hold his attention.
"It feels like ... petting an animal?" he whispered to himself, smoothly tracing his hand down his sides. It felt excellent against his hair, too--no, his FUR--and he could imagine he knew why a pet likes getting petted. "No, this is too weird, I've got to get my clothes and get out of here."
Devon reached the end of the aisle again, and this time he knew sort of where he was. It was the main middle of the store, where all the sections came together. He seemed to be the only one here, though. Still, the clothes were nowhere to be seen. "But I'm I really naked if I've got a fur coat all over me?" he thought. Nevertheless, he found himself checking one of the many aisles he'd been down. It didn't seem particularly likely to have any of his lost belongings, but somehow it just seemed like a good aisle to return to.