"No way," Jake reiterated and turning away from Ben, he poked his head out and asked the Chinese man, "You got something that goes with these?"
The Chinese man smiles and tells him, "Only the finest merchandise," and then hands Jake a bra.
Stepping back, holding the bra up, Jake read the tag that said it was a B cup with a band size of thirty six. Looking at Ben, he said, "I prove that these clothes don't transform you and at the same time I'll have a good laugh," and then started to put the bra, all the while muttering that there must be some form of illusion magick at work and nothing more.
The bra fastened, he turned to Ben and said, "There you see. Nothing happ...."
Stopping in mid-sentence, he suddenly grabbed at his chest and turning to look in the mirror, Jake gasped out as he watched his chest push outward into a full and pert B cup. Scared, he reached back and with ease that surprised even him, he undid the clasp.
Janking the bra off, he looked at the two milky white mounds, with well pronounced areolas and nipples, that his chest had now become. Scared, he yanked the panties off and reached down between his legs.
As a high pitched screamed escaped him, he just barely heard Ben saying, "I told you it can change you," while outside the changing room the Chinese man was saying something about the finest merchandise again. For his part, Jake continued to scram as he futilty pushed on his feminine looking chest, trying to force the breast to reenter his body.