A business suit. But not just a business suit, a woman's business suit. You try to put the suit back on the
hanger, but find that it is impossible, so you walk into a changing room to try and do it in privacy, afraid that
someone you know might walk in and see you fiddling with woman's clothing.
As you reach the changing rooms, you notice that the ceiling seems to be getting farther away. It stops after a
moment or two and you dismiss it as your imagination. You sit down on the bench to fit the costume back onto
the hanger. Then you notice the first of the changes. Your hands are suddenly small and delicate looking, with
absolutely no hair on them at all. and your nails have some red polish on them. You hastily roll up your
sleeves, alarmed, see that the same thing has happened to your arms.
You then realize what the woman meant when she said that every thing was guarunteed to fit. She meant that
you would fit the clothes, because your body would change to do so.