The woman leads you to an enormous shoe section. They have every kind imaginable, from pumps to armored boots to elfen slippers. Many don't even look like they were made for a human, rather something much more animalistic.
"I think some simple dress shoes would look perfect with that," the woman says. She puts a finger to her chin as she looks over the diverse collection. "Where do we keep those?"
You look farther down the almost unending aisle of shoes. You spot a figure in a black cloak fiddling with something on the shelf. As you get closer, you can see that he is waving his arms in a creepy sort of way. It reminds you of how a wizard would cast an incantation in the b-movies you watched with your dad as a kid. This case is different, however...the man seems to have three arms instead of the usual two.
You can't help but stare, wondering what he's doing. Even in such a strange place as this, his actions seem suspicious. Suddenly, he turns his hooded head to you, and quickly scampers off. He disappears into another aisle. You run after him, trying to ignore the unfamiliar sensation of the skirt flapping against your legs. By the time you reach the end of the aisle, he's long gone, and there's no trace of him in any of the nearby aisles.
"Oh, good, you found them," the woman says. She's caught up with you, and now you realize that you are both standing beside a generous selection of shiny new school shoes.
"Did you see that guy?" you ask the woman.
"What guy?"
You shake your head. "Never mind." You feel a little foolish. Maybe it was nothing. It's better to return to the task at hand, which is putting something on your stocking feet.
The woman pulls a pair of shoes off the shelf. "Go ahead and try these on," she says.
You sit on a nearby bench and slip them over your feet. "They're a little big," you say. Suddenly, they shrink to tighten themselves around your feet. They buckle themselves around you ankles automatically.
"How about now?" she asks with a smile.
You stand up and take a few steps. "That's amazing! They fit perfectly."
"They're enchanted with a spell that makes them change to fit any size," she explains.
You look in a mirror to check yourself out. The little well-polished shoes are a perfect match with your school uniform. Altogether, you make a very cute teenage girl.
But the longer you gaze at your reflection, the more something doesn't seem quite right. A funny feeling comes over you, like you're missing something important that's right under your nose. You look more closely, searching for the source of that discomforting gut instinct...