A short time later you arrive home at the house you share with your parents and your pain in the ass 19 year old sister Andrea. The folks are away for the weekend so Andrea's supposed to be in charge just because she's two years older. "Hey Andy, hello!" no answer good with luck the bitch wont be back for hours. You dash up stairs to your room and begin to sort through the loot.
"Quit a haul" you think "lets see what fits". You strip and quickly dress in the stolen cloths to your surprise every thing fits perfectly, T-shirt, socks, jeans, boxers even the new sneaks you lifted. "Cool" You think checking your self in the mirror "looking good". As you stand there you start to feel uncomfortable like the boxers are ridding up, getting tighter, you try and adjust them but you can't seem to get a grip, finally get hold of the waist band and pull it out the top of your jeans. "What the hell!" you cry, some how the boxers have become a black lace thong. Before you can react you feel the shirt start to tighten as you watch it shrinks, contracting into a strapless bra digging uncomfortably into your chest. Starting to panic you make for the door only to stumble and fall as the sneakers morph into a pair of silver stilettos. Sprawling on the floor you watch in horror as your clothes twist and writhe into new forms, socks becoming sheer stockings jeans stretching up over your torso to make a slinky red dress with a short hemline and plunging neckline. Staggering to your feet unsteadily in 4" heels you desperately try to take the cloths off but they seem stuck fast.