That night, though, I figured out what had happened. The big clue was that my eyes and hair had changed color.
If the clothes had never been worn by someone, they should have changed me into a female version of myself. A female version of myself would have the same color eyes and hair.
So the answer was that someone had worn the clothes before. She had only been three months pregnant, not nine. Maybe she was thinking of using the clothes later. And she had emerald green eyes with blue specks, and red hair. That's the woman I had turned into.
I wondered if I could find out about this woman. Was her pregnancy recent? Who was she? If I went in public looking like this, would her friends come up to me and call me by her name? Or would they say "we saw you six months pregnant yesterday, why are you back to three"?
Of course, her eye color was pretty rare. There must not be a lot of pregnant women with emerald green eyes with blue specks, and red hair. I got out my phone book and found the maternity store. I called them up, trying to disguise my voice at least a bit (the phone probably did more to disguise it than I did, a lot of people sound different over the phone).
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Threeriver Mall Maternity Store. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I was trying to find out about a woman. She would have been about three months pregnant, and she had red hair and emerald green eyes with blue specks."