You sprint toward the front doors, not minding that you shove the owner of the store out of the way.
Something around your midsection stops you with a sudden jerk. You turn and look around wildly. The other hand of the body suit has stretched all the way back out to the fitting rooms and is clutching the doorframe. You turn back and struggle forward. Maybe even if one person sees through the front...
I must not look too good right now, you think. You're holdng a spasming bodysuit, with one of its hands (seemingly) over your own, holding your mouth shut, while one of the hands is stretched over the length of the store (seemingly) stuck in a door. Someone's gotta notice, right?
You almost reach the door when both of your legs stop. Straining against your changed hand, you look down to see that he costumes legs have wrapped around your own legs at the knees and thighs. As you strain and whimper, they force your legs up and down, forcefully walking you back down the store to the dressing rooms. The costume has slithered out of your other hand, and is squirming its way over your chest. You reach up to the huge hand blocking your mouth, and try to pull it off.
Surprisingly, it gives! Your face is sweaty where the hand was and when you look at it, disbelief and shock grips you. The hand thats attached to your arm isn't yours. Its a large and meaty, with long thick fingers. Its almost three times the size of your other hand, as you hold it up to compare. This thing is trying to change my body!! You think frantically.
You lean back, struggling against the costumes legs, whipping left and right. You wave both hands out trying to catch a rack or a shelf and hold on. Suddenly the legs that have wrapped around your legs snap outwards, throwing you on your back. Pain scrambles your brains as your head cracks the floor. As your vision blurs, you see the upside-down version of the store owner, smiling grimly.
You grab your head in your mismatched hands as you feel the floor sliding beneath you. Your vision clears up and you see the store ceiling passing above you. Your memory floods back as you feel something slip over your other hand.
You bring your head up and see the other glove has slipped over your remaining normal hand. This time you actually see from a small vantage point, the glove tightening on your hand. Sweat runs out of the seam before it closes. You feel your bones and skin stretching. It suddenly expands back to its full size. The rubber sheen disappears, and the huge hand is now your flesh and blood.
You moan in despair as you feel your new hands. The tough, warm, adult skin feels strange as you rub them. The skin of your arms looks much younger, lighter, and thinner in comparison.
The costume that has long-since squirmed around your stomach and legs, forces you to stand up. You're beyond yelling for help now. Would anyone even be able to stop this? It forces you to walk over to the storekeeper who is holding the mask of Free. Your hand moves up of its own accord and takes the overhead mask carefully. You are robotically forced to the dressing room....