You leave the changing room in search of the man you spoke to earlier. Your hair flaps around annoyingly as you briskly storm through the store. You make a turn as you leave the women's section, and your stocking foot steps on a lock of hair. Your head jerks to one side and you stumble, your butt hitting the wood floor hard.
Hair floats down around you, covering you almost completely. With one hand you try to brush it out of the way, and with the other you rub your bruised fanny. You try not to think about how tight and firm it is now.
"May I help you?" the man's gentle voice says somewhere above you. You look up through the tangle of stray hairs and can make out his figure. The hair in your eyes causes you to blink rapidly, impeding your ability to focus.
"I'm, uh...I put these jeans on, and, and I...," you stammer. Still a bit confused from your fall, you think your voice sounds different.
"I see," he says. You see his body grow larger as he apparently leans down. An outstretched hand comes into focus. Brushing more hair away from your face, you take it and the man helps you to your feet. You shuffle your toes around to make a spot on the floor where you can stand without stepping on your mass of tresses.
Finally standing upright, and with your hair mostly contained behind your back, you turn to the man. He seems taller than when you last saw him, which gives you an indication that you've shrunk a handful of inches during your transformation.
You begin explaining your situation, recounting every detail of your changes. Now you realize that your voice actually does sound different...it's still clearly your voice, but it's ever so slightly higher in pitch, with an overall softer feel to it.
After patiently listening to your description of the strange changes you have just undergone, the man nods in thought. "Yes, these clothes have special properties to them. Some have the ability to seek out their wearers. Perhaps you found yourself drawn to this particular pair of jeans?"
"I did," you admit. "I couldn't help myself from trying them on."
"Forgive me for prying, but in order to help you I must understand the situation completely...Have you ever longed to be female, or to at the very least look more feminine?"
"No. That's ridiculous," you blurt out. The man is silent. Now you actually think about the answer...and you realize he might have a point. You've never explicitly taken an interest in it, but you remember several times, brief times, when you thought about either having a leaner body, a gentler demeanor, or long hair. But you considered these passing fancies, not the sort to stick in your mind like true desires.
Hesitantly, you say as much to the man. "...But I don't really want all of this. I liked my real body," you finish.
"But those desires stuck with you, even if you didn't pay attention to them," the man explains. "Those jeans knew a small part of you wanted to feel what it was like, and so they gave you this opportunity."
"Okay, great, but can I change back?" you ask eagerly.