Amy woke slowly the next morning. If she had any dreams during the night, she couldn't remember them. It was like emerging from a dark void. Eventually her mind fully emerged from its state of rest and she pushed herself upright. She ran a hand lazily through her hair to straighten it a little. It felt somehow different, but her groggy mind wasn't interested in considering the thought.
Seconds later, though, she snapped fully awake when she peered down at herself and saw that she was wearing a black nightie. It was silky smooth and decorated around the breasts with lace woven in a swooping vine pattern. Definitely not her own wardrobe.
She snapped her head around to look at her room. She was alone. But had someone come in and dressed her in this, without waking her up? Or had she sleepwalked into her mother's room and discovered some of her private lingerie?
Nervous, she slowly pulled the bottom of the nightie up to see that her panties were different as well. They were black, with similar lace trim as her nightie. She shivered at the thought of someone dressing her up like this without her knowing.
But then she pulled more of the covers back and saw her socks. They had changed again, having lost their cotton texture and grown up to just below her knee. She had a new idea; had the socks changed the other clothes she was wearing?
She jumped out of bed and threw everything off, nightie, panties and even the socks. Her feet felt cold again, and the carpet itched them furiously, but she ignored this and went to put on a fresh pair of panties, a bra, shorts and tee-shirt. She put on a pair of her usual white below-the-ankle socks and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Her feet became hot from the abrasion with the cotton socks, while her calves felt cold in the morning air.
In the bathroom, Amy made another surprising discovery. Her hair had changed as well! It was the same mid-back length, but instead of her hair being comprised of wavy brown locks, it was pitch black and straight.
"What did those socks do to me?" she asked out loud.
"Did you say 'socks'?"
Amy jumped, but sighed in relief and embarrassment at the sight of her older brother in the doorway. He continued. "Sorry to make you jump. I'm still pretty tired but I thought I heard you say 'socks'. Did you dye your hair last night?"
Amy stuttered, trying to figure out if it was best to tell her brother anything about the magic shop and the socks. She quickly decided to go along with his assumption. "Yeah, yeah I did. I thought it'd be fun."
"It looks all right. But you looked nice before. Let me guess, you're gonna try clubbing with a new look, right?"
Amy just brushed off the comment, letting her brother think whatever he wanted. It was certainly more believable than the truth. "You want to use the bathroom or what?" she asked.
"If you don't mind," he said.
"I can freshen up later." Amy moved past her brother and went back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Inside, she shook herself to settle her nerves. The encounter with her brother had put her on pins and needles. She needed to find out if it was really the socks that were changing her, or if it was something else that had to do with the magic store. And having to come up with explanations as to her new appearance was only going to prove unproductive and nerve-wracking. She needed to get out of the house soon, before everyone else was up and about.