As you begin to wonder why you chose such a rediculous outfit, you get a stroke of luck as you happen to glance over a hundred dollar note in one of the items.
You try to hang up the mermaid constume but find that you cant. It is as though a magnet is repelling in. Shrugging, you pick up the costume with the money instead. It is a school uniform. Grinning triumphantly, you take the money and stuff it in your pocket. Suddenly the mermaid's tail flies out of your hand and back to its allocated rack. Frowning, you are startled by the shop keeper.
"Hey! You touch it, you try it - didn't you see the sign?"
"Sorry, I'll just put it back."
Clearing her throat noisily, the assistant taps the sign.
"Now try it on or I'll call the police for stealing that money."
With a big gulp, you scuttle off to the changing rooms. 'Maybe I can get away with just the blouse and skirt.' You think to yourself.
"All of it!" The woman yells from outside.
'There goes that idea.' You think as you open the undergarments bag. As you do, a shiver runs through your body.
Pulling the nylon stockings up your leg, you realise this uniform must be new because it itches like crazy. Next you pull the panties up. It is a tight fit, and the itchiness is driving you crazy. Before you continue, you shove your hand down your pants and begin to scratch. You swear colourfully as you realise your penis is shrinking.
"The only way to stop the itching is to put all of the costume on!" The woman tells you.
Grumbling, you put on the skirt and watch as your waist slowly begins to shrink. Next comes the B-cup bra, which hangs loosely off your chest. You throw on the blouse lightning fast, but the itching doesn't stop.
Something lands at your feet with a soft thud. "You forgot this."
'No way.' You think as you see the girly mask with attached wig. The growing weight on your chest makes you reluctant to put it on... but the ithciness - it's maddening!
Sighing in reluctant defeat. You hold the mask up to your face and find that it attaches itself neatly. You sigh with releif as the terrible itching fades.
The changing room door opens and you are greeted by a smiling shop keeper.
"Come on dear, let me run that over the scanner for you."
"Oh no, I'm just going to get changed again." A high pitched voice tells her, but as you reach for your clothes you discover they are gone!
Still smiling. "You see, a girl came to me, sick of school, she wanted to get out of the reputation she had dug herself and start fresh again, she was sick of the way guys kept staring at her, so I promised her if she dropped off her uniform I could find something just for her.
Your face was pale, but one of her words had caught your attention. "What reputation?" You ask, but as you look at the sexy girl in the mirror, the look on her face tells you everything.
Ignoring your question, the assistant continues. "Now, come on dear, it is a long day ahead and I don't need you holding things up."
She leads you to counter and holds out her hand. Reluctantly, you give her the only money you have - the hundred dollar note. Smiling, she hands you a handbag and a timetable.
"In these two things is everything you need to know about your new life. The other memories will come soon enough."
Without thinking, you find yourself leaving.
"This will teach you not to steal from me! Come back when you've had enough!"
As you take small steps across the carpark, hips swaying seductively as you do so, you know that the woman is watching you with a satisfied look on her face.
Looking down at the timetable, you realise this girl is having lunch break at school at the moment, which would soon end. What now?