Timmy and Jessica ran from store to store, picking up various things to fit Timmy's new state. From the hair salon ("You'll need some good conditioner to keep that chestnut hair shining bright and clean."), to the cosmetics store (Timmy initially declined, but Jessica insisted. "If you want to turn heads, you'll need something to emphasize your skin tones," she insisted), to the bath supply shop ("You need to start washing your body as well!"), to a feminine supply store ("Tampons?" Timmy asked. "Trust me, you'll need them." Jessica quickly responded), and then to the lingerie store. Jessica dreaded this part.
In the dressing room, Jessica hesitantly brought the measuring tape around Timmy's breasts. After some adjustment, She found her number, and pulled the measuring tape in spite.
"What is it?" Timmy coughed out, the tape now constricting her chest.
"...36," Jessica said, defeated.
So Jessica went and rounded up a few bras. Eventually Timmy found her fit in a normal C cup. The duo rounded up a few sets, Timmy got comfortable in one of her new bras, and they took off to the next store.
After gathering a few outfits, they made their way out of the mall. Along the way, Timmy's view caught hold of a strangely familiar store. It seemed out of place among the mall stores, almost as if someone took an entire building and wedged it into one of the zones. Timmy's stomach rumbled. All this shopping took a toll on her stamina, and she missed out on breakfast from all the excitement. Good thing the food court was on the way out, yet there was that store, subtly inviting her in for a visit.