'I'd better look good for work,' you think, looking over the collection of clothing. You spy a suit which looks like it might fit. It's a bit formal for work, but you should be able to get some more use out of it.
"I'd like to try that one," you tell the clerk, pointing.
"Very well," she says cheerfully, taking it from the rack. "You must be a romantic at heart! The changing rooms are this way."
She turns to lead you deeper into the store while you puzzle over her remark.
The changing rooms are surprisingly well kept-- not the scratched and dented affairs, littered with tags and pins, which you are used to. One wall consists of a full length mirror, and another has hooks for hanging clothes on and a small seat.
Hanging the suit on the hook you begin to have some doubts-- it looks a little too small for you, as if meant for someone a bit skinnier, and a little too long, as if for someone taller. Poking through the suit, looking for a size tag, you are surprised to find that it includes a plain white undershirt and a pair of navy blue boxers, but no manufacturer's tag or size. It does have a tag reading "Wedding Guest". Huh?
Shrugging, you decide you might as well try on the whole outfit. After all, your adult clothing doesn't fit now anyway.
At first you think that you impression of the clothes being meant for a skinnier size were correct, but, once on, the underwear, and then the rest of the clothes seem to fit perfectly. The only thing which gives you any trouble is the tie. Despite the fact you have been putting on a tie every work day for years now, you just can't seem to get it to go on properly. In fact, you are fumbling with it so much, you are becoming convinced that you have never tied a tie before in your young life!
'Young life?!' Where did that come from? After all, you are...? That's funny. You can't seem to recall your age.
Not that it is important now! Your mom is waiting outside and you can't get this stupid piece of cloth tied, and your cousin's wedding is in just an hour!
You grab your wallet, cell phone, and comb from out of your old clothes and open the changing room door, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
A fourteen year old with auburn hair, looking freshly cut and styled, clear green eyes, and healthy, lean good looks looks back at you. Well, lean and healthy is just a nice bonus for all the sports you've been playing! You grin. The guy your cousin is marrying has a LOT relatives, and at least some of them should have daughters about your age! Which reminds you...
You retrieve a wrapped condom from the other set of clothes, not realizing it had not been there a moment before. Losing your virginity is probably too much to hope for, but a guy can hope, right?! Stopping, you stare at the clothes you must have been wearing when you came in. They're HUGE! And completely not your style! Curiously you check them out, find that their tag reads: "Struggling wage slave".
Huh?
Shrugging, you head out of the booth, hoping to find that pretty sales clerk (who, unfortunately, has got to be at least a high school senior, if not a college student). You need some help with the tie, and having your mom tie it for you would just be too embarrassing to contemplate!