Groaning, flipping through the booklet of coupon vouchers, you search for another department store having a sale, bothered by how you are standing and the fact that you are wearing a blouse.
Brushing against something, you are dismayed to hear a ripping noise and looking down, you mutter, "Just great," as you look at the hole that has been torn in your jeans, exposing a large part of your legs from your thighs down to your knees.
A voice calls out, "We're having a sale right now that you can take advantage of," and turning, you see a sales clerk standing in the entrance way of a small clothing store.
Flipping through your coupons, looking at the store's name, you eventually find the voucher for the store, slightly suspicious of that a second store would be having a sale that also gave away free clothes.
"May I see your voucher," the clerk asked and then gently removed the coupon book from your hand.
As the woman removed the coupon, you asked, "How come some of these stores are just giving away items," shifting about, finding yourself suddenly torn between being uncomfortable with breasts and wishing that you had worn a bra.
As the clerk explained something about certain stores wanting to attract new costumes, you wonder why you are thinking about bras. "And we have a sale also going that if you buy something, you get a second item of equal or less price half off," the sales rep explained, drawing you out of your thoughts.
Nodding, you watch as the clerk flips to another coupon in your book of vouchers and then hands the booklet to you. Reading what was printed, you nod and explain, "I'll just take a look around for now."
The clerk smiles and replies, "Do be sure to look at out selection of pants," and then disappears back into the store.
Looking back up at the sign, noting that the store was called 'Pac-Moon', you think this rather off, but sounding familiar for some reason. Shrugging, you enter the store.
Inside, you immediately navigate toward the section with the jeans, but are slightly dismayed when you find that none of them are labeled with numbers, but simply with an S, M and L. Selecting a pair that looks like it would fit, you turn to locate the sales clerk.
Finding the woman, you ask, "Where can I find your changing rooms?"
Smiling, the woman takes the pants and unclips what appeared to be a security tag holding the garment folded up. Handing them back, she points toward the back of the store and explains, "Changing rooms are back that way. If this style doesn't suit you or the pants don't fit, please bring them back up front."
Thanking the woman, you hurry to the back and letting yourself into the changing room, you immediately shuck off your ripped pants, kick off your shoes and slide on the new pair.
You notice that something is off when you go to fasten then and find that they are button fly. And then it catches your attention that the jeans you have just pulled on are low-cut. Groaning, realising you have just pulled on a pair of woman's pants, you hastily pull them off and then stop.
Staring into the mirror, thinking something is off, you turn your head. When you are still unable to grasp what is off, you undo the blouse. Milky white breasts exposed, you are starting to get a clearer picture and with some trepidation, you slowly pull your underwear off. And what you see reflected back makes you groan out, cursing what has just happened.
Turning sideways and then facing forward again, you mutter, "Great. Now I look even more female," as you take in the fact that your thighs, hips, waist and butt have transformed, making you look like a girl from the waist down.
Looking down past your breasts, breathing a sigh of relief that you at least still have your penis and testicles, you sit down and absently run a hand across your now long, smooth and feminine legs.
A knocking noise distracts you and calling out, "What," you listen as the attendant explains that she is closing up so that she can go to lunch.
Standing, you explain, "I haven't made my purchase. Can you wait?"
"No. I'm sorry." the clerk responds. "My replacement called in sick and I need to close up for an hour. If you want you can come back in an hour to make a selection."
Shaking your head, bothered by how feminine you look, you tell her, "No. I'll just take what I have. Thanks anyway," and then pulled back on the low cut jeans, leaving both your underwear and ripped jeans on the bench of the changing room.
Stepping out, pulling on your shoes as you do so, the sales attendant nods and comments, "You look cute in those. And they go nicely with your blouse," as she hands back your booklet of coupons.
Taking them, you thank her and turning, you begin to flip through the booklet once again, wanting only to find a store that can make you male again. As you exit the store, failing to notice that the way you hold yourself and the way you are walking was the way a girl would.
Sighing, you wonder where you should go or if maybe you should just go home.