You see the French maids outfit clinging to your hand. You try to
pull it off to hang it back up, but your hand gets stuck. The gloves
wrap themselves around your muscular arms, but instead of
stretching, they fit your arms perfect. Half afraid, and half
intrigued, you are frozen in place. In a flash, all of your clothes
blink out. You turn around, back to the corner, and you decide the
quickest way to be dressed is to put on the costume. You slip it
on, and it feels comfortable. Odd, but comfortable. You decide
you half to pay for it, but you don't have the money. It was in your
wallet. You go to explain your case to the woman you saw when
you came in. You start talking, blushing with embarrassment,
but then you realize that its not your voice. Then, you see one of
those costume bags has your clothes in it. You reach out for the
bag, but oddly you don't want it anymore. She smiles at you
when she realizes what happenned. She guides you to the back,
and tells you she's really Mikey, a seven year old boy. She points
out the Mikey costume. "You see" She says "Sometimes people
come in here thinking they pick the costume, but its really the
costume that picks you. I was picked by a uniform for the store.
you were picked by the maid's costume. Some day you'll see
someone get your costume. It's just the way this store works."
Then she looks at you deep in the eyes. "Wait. This isn't right.
you are not owned by te costume. You are one of the choosers.
You are one of the few. Please, step into the back room,
someone will speak with you."
She guides you into a room, and a TV screen pops out of the
wall. "You say this is the chooser?"
"Yes, it is"
"Young man ... lady ... I never knew what to say in these
situations. However, you are special. I am going to employ you
as one of my agents. you will be given full run of the store, but
you must do as I say. My first mission for you is to