Amy wandered through aisles full of boring imported statues and knick-knacks. She was starting to get the impression that the store was just relying on a gimmick of being exotic and mysterious. She turned into another aisle and found a completely different sight. This aisle was full of cosmetics and accessories, and a very diverse selection at that. She looked at all kinds of makeup, jewelry, wigs, and pharmaceutical stuff like pimple cream and skin moisturizer.
Halfway down the hall was a full-length mirror framed in fancy silver vines. It looked perfectly polished. There wasn't a speck or scratch on the surface. Amy looked at her young body, 18 with modest breasts and a barely distinguishable curve. She wasn't as sexy as a model, nor did she particularly want to be, however she often felt incredibly plain. Looking at herself in this mirror seemed to bring these feelings to the surface, and a deep longing to wish for a change welled up in her.
She sighed heavily, and her own thoughts slipped from her lips before she could stop them.