You pull the underwear forward by the waist band and sigh in relief that at least you still have your penis and testicles. Letting the waist band snap back into place, you zip up the footed pajamas, positive now that this store is indeed magic and that if you want to change back, you just have to ask the greeter.
Looking about, you finally select a purple one with the letters 'JA3' stamped onto it. Popping it into your mouth, you gag in disgust as you taste what appears to be a liquorice flavored spice drop. Curious, you look down.
You're still wearing the fuzzy white footed pajamas, something you've mentally started calling Angelina Ballerina Pajamas, but now the top half is covered by a purple coat that goes down to just past the area where your legs begin. Suddenly you think you understand something.
Picking up a random jelly bean from the selection, you move one shelf over and compare the two. "Just as I thought," you think to yourself, seeing the number four printed on the bean.
"These that I been taking have at least changed my clothes into that which a three year old girl would wear," you reason. "If I'd gone over a shelf, I'd be wearing clothes common for a four year old." To test this theory, you first turn around, note that the jelly beans behind you are pretty much labeled the same, but figure that they're for males.
Turning back, you return the two selected jelly beans to there appropriate shelf and move down. From the shelf in front of you, you select a jelly bean marked 'SHTWWPTA2' and think about eating it, wondering what the letters stand for.