You gaze about and then say, "I'm just going to look about if that's okay."
Stacey nods and points to what a door and says to you, "Anything you want to try on, the changing room is right there." Nodding, you begin to browse the racks.
In truth, you didn't want Stacy to knows this, but you wanted to select some girls clothes without anyone watching. It had always been your little secret, since you were about eight. First it was your sister's clothes and then later you started to buy your own assembles.
Selecting from a rack of swim wear, you take a bikini that looks like it would fit a twelve year old. From another rack you pull off a pair of button fly pants. After that it's a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Next, your select a pair of ankle socks and a pair of high tops, size one woman's.
Your about to take all this to the changing room when you notice the purses. On several off them you see a tag that reads: Warning, purses come fully equipped. Not sure what this means, you select one that would complement your choice in woman's clothing.
Securing yourself in the changing room, curiosity gets the better off you and you open the purse. Inside you find a brush, complete with a few strands of red hair, make-up, a wallet with coin purse and several tampons. Wondering about half the stuff in there, you strip and look into the mirror. Reflected back is your now teenage sixteen year old body and your really starting to question all that has happened; especially as it is apparent that you are gaining new memories.
Shrugging, you pick up the bikini and after a bit of difficulty manage to tie on the bottom half. After that, you manage to put on the matching top. As you enjoy the feel of the soft material, you fail to notice the changes as a small B cup fills out into the top. As that happens you penis and testicles shrink and then fold inward. Next to appear is the female genitalia as your body shrinks down to a five foot three feminine form. As your weight shifts to a max of one hundred and one, you reach down and pull on the jeans.
Next is the tank top and after that is the ankle socks. Looking at the shoes, you wonderer if they'll fit, but after a bit of thought, you pull them on with ease. Picking up your purse, you see a pile of clothes on the bench with a tag that reads: Teenage wage earner.
Wondering if that is why you came in hear, you shrug you twelve year old shoulders, brush a strand of red hair out of your eyes and exit. Penny and Daisy said they wanted to meet you in the food court and you don't want to be late. But first you need to stop in the bathroom; nature calls and your still new to all of this, but your sure that it's almost your monthly.