Feeling the amulet beneath his shirt, he made his decision and reached for an article of clothing hanging on the discount rack.
It was some pink footed pajamas. Looking at the size tag and figuring out the information in his head, he thought that these would fit an eight year old female. Looking about, he found next a package of underwear that he also figured would also fit an eight year old.
Taking the panties and the pajamas, he started to make his way to the front of the store and then stopped.
"Suppose they think I'm some kind of pervert?" Joe thought to himself. "What if they ask questions or engage in some conversation? What do I say?"
Frozen in place, he wondered what to do. Finally an idea entered his head and going into the men's section, picked out a couple of black denim jeans. Folding them around the underwear and pajamas, he made his way to the fitting rooms.
Seeing that there was no there, he breathed a sigh of relief and then let himself into one of the fitting rooms.
Inside Joe took note that the walls and door ran from the floor to some seven feet into the air, so there would be no chance of someone peeping under the door as he transformed. The mirror displayed him down to about mid-lower leg.
Taking off his jacket, he hung it over the mirror, worried somewhat about stories that were there cameras embedded in them to prevent shop-lifting.
Afterward, he began to strip. Folding his shirt up, he placed it on the bench. Next were his pants, followed by his socks. Placing his shoes under the bench, he looked down at his naked form and gazed sadly at the wasted appearance before him. It was one that suggested one to many beers and not enough exercise and healthy eating.
Slapping his beer gut, he then removed the amulet and set that on his folded clothes as well. Turning his attention to the jeans, underwear and pajamas, he paused as he noticed the mirror.
Seeing that everything from the waste down was exposed, he turned, extracted his jeans and carefully hung them up behind his jacket.
Satisfied that nobody could possibly be was watching, he pulled the tag off the pajamas and not seeing any other way to dispose of it, ate it. Gagging slightly on the plastic, papery taste, he then opened the package of underwear.
"Can I do this?" he thought as he stood naked in the changing room. "Should I be doing this?"
Deciding that the answer was yes, he pulled out a pair of the panties and looked at them. They were white with a pink waist band. Across the front were various pictures of a cartoon images that he recognized from the telly commercials.
Taking the underwear, he touched it to the amulet. A blue bolt jumped from the amulet to the underwear and back. Picking the amulet up, the blue bolt then jumped toward Joe's hand.
Immediately he saw the transformation occur as the hair on his hand and arm shrink and then melt back into his body. As he watched his hand regress backward, his vision strayed downward and Joe was riveted by the change that occurred before him.
His beer gut slowly melted away and the hair on his chest also regressed back into his body. As his stomach started to flattened out, he saw his penis and testicles also shrink until they resembled something of a prepubescent boy. But they did not stop and continued their strange transformation until they simply were sucked up into his body.
As Joe's stomach finished flattening out completely and the area between his legs split and the vulva began to form, a gurgling sensation began in his groin and abdomen as his internal organs shifted and the vagina opened, and then the cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries grew in.
As all this happened, a feeling vertigo washed over him and he began to shrink. All in all, the transformation only lasted a couple of minutes and once ha was certain that it was over, Joe pulled the amulet on around his, now her, neck. Next she pulled the cotton panties on and then reaching down, pulled on the pink pajamas.
Noticing that they were slightly to big, Joe became alarmed and moving aside his jacket and pants, looked into the mirror.
Staring back was the face of a young girl, no older then six. She had shoulder length light brown hair and her eyes were a dark brown colour.
Her face contained just a hint of baby fat. Gasping, Joe realized that the underwear she selected was for a six year old, not an eight year old.
Deciding not to tempt fate and remain like this, she reached up and eventually managed to pull down her coat and put it on. Opening the door was the next big chore, but she also managed to open it.
Stepping out into the department store, she prepared herself to face the music as someone found a lost child wandering about.