Trish rejoined Sam, who was holding a pretty red-orange dress against herself. She gave Trish a hopeful look.
"It's not a bad look," she lied. In fact, the color was a little obnoxious when surrounded with black fur and floor-length blue hair. "Why don't you try it on?"
Sam nodded in agreement. She trotted off to the changing rooms, hair swaying in a beautiful blue waterfall behind her. Trish had to admire the way Sam was carrying herself as a cow-girl. She made a pretty one. Trish also noticed, however, that Sam was innocently scratching at her clothes just before she entered the changing area.
Now that she had gotten Sam out of the way, she whipped out the remote again. Dresses, and clothes in general, were expensive. Tricia figured she was doing Sam a favor by giving her the same makeover she had given herself. Just a few modifications needed to be made to the "outfit"...
Trish snuck to the changing stall that Sam had entered. Without looking directly into it, she held the remote above the door and shot into the stall. She figured if the beam didn't hit her directly, it would bounce off the wall mirror inside. Now that the deed was done, she swiftly retreated back to the dress rack where Sam left her.
Seconds later, Sam exited the stall. She was holding the dress, not wearing it. Her clothes were gone. All that remained was her purse, which dangled over her shoulder. A blue collar with a small silver cowbell now adorned her neck. A blue tag dangled from her left ear, and her nose was pierced with a silver ring. Trish hadn't seen much of her own ring yet, so she was a little surprised to see how big the ring looked on Sam. It was over an inch in diameter and twice as thick as a keyring. It reached to her upper lip. Trish felt her own ring to confirm it was the same size.
Sam also had cow-like legs now, identical to Tricia's except for the blue color of the hooves. She walked over to the rack and put the dress back.
"I don't think it's quite the right color," she said. "But it was fun to try on." Sam started leading Trish out of the store.
"Why didn't you show me?" Trish asked.
"Are you kidding?" Sam replied. "We'd probably get kicked out of the store. After they made me pluck all the black hairs off of it, that is."
Back outside, they resumed their aimless walking. Trish figured they made quite a pair, with their clacking hooves and clanging bells. The noise called even more attention to their already outlandish appearance. A few passers-by glanced the girls over, but no moreso than they would have an attractive human woman.
Trish had to satisfy the nagging feeling Sam's remark had given her. "What did you mean we'd get kicked out of the store?"
"Obviously, because I'd be wearing clothes."
"And that's a problem because...?"
"Because it's against the law?" Sam was looking at Trish with narrow eyes. "You hit your head or something? The most we're allowed to wear outside are these things." She flicked the bell on her collar. "Besides, clothes are itchy. Humans wish they had it as good as us furries."
Trish was startled by how drastically the remote seemed to be changing reality. It had to create a law just to make the two of them acceptable to the public? How powerful was this thing?