The odd feeling of the transformation returns, this time concentrated on your scalp. You clutch your head as your thousands of hair follicles churn out more hair than they could usually grow in three years. It's an almost dizzying sensation as your hair explodes from your head, covering your hands completely and cascading down your back. In seconds, your female body is now complimented by the softest, most beautiful brown tresses you've ever seen. They reach down all the way to your waist.
"I...I...," you say, completely dumbfounded. Your voice is much higher now. Your heart beats hard in your chest.
"Perfect!" your girlfriend says. "Hmm...though I might have grabbed the wrong ensemble. I've got a cuter look in mind for you! Wait here." She leaves the baby doll tee-shirt but takes the skirt and leaves the stall.
"Wait, don't just leave me like this!" you shout, but she's already gone back into the store. You take another look at your female self in the mirror. You have to admit she's pretty attractive. Had she been someone besides you, you'd probably want to ask her out.
You feel the cool air brushing against your sensitive body and look at the shirt on the bench. You decide you're not going to just stand there catching cold. You throw on the tee-shirt, feeling the cotton slide against your nipples. You have to pull your new brown hair through the neck hole.
Your girlfriend returns with a pair of blue denim pants and a set of underwear. "These ought to fit you perfectly...I should know, considering I chose your new sizes," she says with a giggle. "Ah, I see you want to go without a bra? Let me tell you, you'll be glad I made you put one on." She has you lift up your shirt while she attaches the bra, slipping the straps between your shoulders and the shirt, and fastening them to the others at the back. You have to admit, it feels better to have the firm but padded cups supporting your new large endowments.
She hands you a pair of white panties and you blush as you slip them up your legs. You start to feel better as they shield the unpleasant chill of the air from your crotch.
"The white shirt's okay, and here's some socks. I have to get you some shoes." She leaves the stall again, as you put the long white cotton socks on your dainty feet. Then you grab the pants...at least, what you thought were pants. Unfurling them, you see they are actually a set of denim overalls, complete with a pocketed bib at the front.
"She really thinks this is a better option than the skirt?" you say in your girlish voice. It feels so unnatural to hear yourself like this. Still, understanding you have no choice, you step into the overalls, throw the straps over your shoulders, and attach them to the top of the bib.
They're only a little baggy on you. The bit of pudge at your belly fills the waist out in a rather cute way. Your c-cup breasts tent the bib in a playful manner, which seems to say "I may be wearing something innocent, but underneath I've got it where it counts."
"I knew you'd look good in that!" your girlfriend exclaims. You jump in surprise at her reappearance. "Sorry to scare you. Here, I got you some shoes." She holds up a pair of red trainers with white soles. You sit down to put them on, feeling the denim tighten around your back and firm behind. As you bend forward, the denim constricts around your crotch. It feels oddly sensual. You try not to think about it.
"All done!" she says as you stand back up. "What do you think?"
"I look like a kid in these overalls," you say.
"Aw, it's cute. Please try it just for a little while. I'll change you back to normal later, don't worry. You could stand to have a new perspective."
You open your mouth to protest again, but shut it quickly. Nothing you say is going to change her mind. It's probably best for you to not say anything and just go along with it...for better or worse.