I thought really hard, and finally remembered reading about a mall trip sort of like this in one of CYOC's threads. You went to a new mall, got handed a coupon book, went to a salon for a trim and got a woman's haircut-- or most of one. That tread had Leaning Cuisine in it as the next stop, with results pretty much like happened to me (although not as short, maybe). The next stop was a clothing store, with no adult male clothing in your new size. The only selection from there was the Women's section-- and you didn't change (any more) into a woman. So the clothing store should be pretty safe... maybe.
Okay, go get clothes.
I went to the first clothing store I saw. As I expected it mostly seemed to cater to teens, and the adult male clothing were all to big for me. I looked over at the Women's section. I couldn't do it. I couldn't make myself try on any of the female clothes. Besides, I seemed to recall I didn't want what happened after leaving the store in that thread.
I looked over at the Kid's section. Actually, at my new height, those clothes were more likely to fit me anyway. Plus, not having started with a haircut, I already was on a different thread...
I went over and started looking through the selection. There were the usual clothes tie-ins for television shows, comic books, and other products aimed at the Youth Market, plus the expected knock off products. There was a t-shirt with a large pot leaf printed on it which actually looked pretty cool for some reason. Holding it up against my body it actually looked like it might be a good fit, plus it was marked for clearance. (Only later did it strike me as odd that a new store in a new mall might have clearance items.) I located a pair of red plaid boxers which looked close to my new size, and a pair of dark green basketball shorts with a Nike logo on them (and a draw string, just in case I'd guessed the size too large.) I found some of those low rise socks and a pair of athletic shoes which fit and took the whole mess to the check-out counter. I held my breath while they ran my debit card through their scanner (being a wage slave, I am always running short on money.) Luckily the transaction went through with no problem. The cashier seemed not to see my stubble and made some comment about my being in school (or, maybe, not being in school-- I wasn't really listening.)
I took the large shopping bag of clothes with me and returned yet again to the Men's Room. (Maybe I should give the Post Office a change of address since I seemed to keep coming back here.) Locking myself in a stall, I took out the new clothes and started to change.
I seemed to feel a little weird as I slid up the boxer shorts. Pausing, the feeling seemed to go away, and I put it down to nerves. Heck, I'd had a lot of stress already, and more was likely to come. I pulled on the t-shirt, and definitely felt something odd.
Worried, I stopped and pulled up the shirt, examining my torso. Smooth, unblemished, hairless tween skin with the familiar lean look-- well defined and wiry. Shrugging, I dropped the shirt and put the rest of the clothes on.
Tying my shoes, I looked around. Most of the day seemed pretty hazy... I snickered-- for some reason that struck me as funny. Probably because I'd got really baked as soon I cut out of school during lunch. And stayed baked pretty much all the time since, riding all around town, looking for stuff to do. I couldn't remember what persuaded me to come to the mall and get a new outfit-- although I had to admit the shirt was way cool.
Stuffing my old clothes into my well worn backpack and exited the stall. I glanced in the mirror and once again snickered at how red my eyes were under my shaggy red hair. I debated getting out my pipe and smoking a little more weed, but didn't know how much longer the rest room would be empty.
Actually, the mall was getting pretty boring, and school was probably getting out soon so I should try to meet up with the other guys...
I left the Men's room and headed for the mall's exit.