You couldn’t help but feel angry. At the moment you were stuck as a cat-femboy-maid hybrid, and the only thing you could do was work in your uncle’s store, not even able to try finding some sort of solution to your current dilemma. It all just felt insulting. Stuck in your new form and working in the place that had forcefully transformed you.
"Some of the costumes seem to draw specific people in. Guess the maid outfit liked you... or vice versa.”
Your uncle’s words suddenly come back to mind as you fume in place. Looking down at your current appearance, you can only scoff at what your uncle said.
“Ridiculous. There’s no way I was “chosen” to wear this,” you say, annoyed. “And there is definitely no way I chose this willingly.”
In fact, the mere idea that you were meant to end up like this only strengthens your rage, skepticism beginning to grow in your mind. So much so that you decide to head to the back section.
You walk away from the register and begin to head towards the back. “I’ll only be gone a minute,” you tell yourself. You just had to go to the back section and prove Uncle Jack wrong.
Moving at a quick pace, you’re so preoccupied in proving yourself right that you forget what your uncle mentioned earlier, about the fact that you might be more prone to the costumes in the back section. However, there’s no time to even remember what he might’ve said, because the moment you step into the back, your mind goes blank.
Instantaneously, your gaze falls on a new costume, and within a millisecond, you’re already grabbing the costume and heading to the changing rooms.