You look at the clothes in your girlfriend's hands and scoff. "Those might work for you, but if I put those on, I'd look like a girl. I'll pick out my own clothes."
Your girlfriend frowns. "Considering I'm spending my own money, you could be more accepting about this."
"Accepting? We wouldn't need to get me new clothes if you hadn't shrank me! Why not just change me back and solve the problem?"
A sly grin crosses her face. "Okay, I'll change you." She stares at you with those freaky yellow eyes again, and you immediately get the sense that you're not going to be getting taller.
On the contrary, your height doesn't seem to change at all. Instead, you feel a strange shifting sensation across your body. You look down at yourself and see your arms losing muscle. Your entire profile becomes more slender, and your skin pales a bit. Something tickles your ears, and a second later something falls over your eyes. You brush your growing hair out of your face, finding that it's long enough to be thrown back behind your shoulders. It doesn't stop until it reaches your butt, becoming silky smooth and shiny.
"Aw, come on!" you shout, surprised to hear a high-pitched voice coming from your throat. It sounds almost like a girl's, but still has a faint masculine timber to it, like a boy who hasn't hit puberty yet.
"Now you look like a girl even without the clothes," your girlfriend says triumphantly. She dangles the skirt and babydoll tee in front of you, smiling.
You're at a loss for words. Angrily snatching the clothes from her hand, you march into the nearest changing room--a woman's, since that's the section you're in.
Inside the stall, you get your first look at your new face. It looks only slightly different from your old one. Slightly thinner, with a smaller nose and longer eyelashes. You think your lips are pinker. Without the lovely long hair, you'd probably pass for a feminine-looking guy...but in these new clothes, the only dead giveaway is the lack of breasts pushing out your shirt.
The tee-shirt and skirt fit you perfectly. You're somewhat glad you decided to wear briefs today. Boxers would be showing under the hem of the short skirt.
You realize your shoes are still too big for you, so you discard them as well as your socks.
You take another forlorn look at yourself in the mirror, wondering how in the world your girlfriend was able to change you. You worry that you might have to put up with her manipulations, at the risk of being changed even further. But how long was she planning to let this go on?