...the pink tie.
"Are you gone crazy, dude?!", Jake asked, shocked. "We are skaters, we don't wear stuff that fancy!"
"I... I know", Derek answered, but he wasn't sure. At all. "It's just that... It's so silky, so soft, so stylish...". He shook his head. "I had to try it on right now!".
"W-what are you talking about?". Jake was starting to freak out. He knew everything in the shop had some special transformative power... What if the tie was brainwashing his lover? "You're not even wearing a shirt!".
"Who cares!", Derek exclaimed while knotting the tie around his neck so easily and rapidly one would've thought the skater had been doing it since the day he had been born. "I'm sure the tie will give me one".
"W-what...", the other guy tried to object, but he was quickly silenced by his astonishment: Derek's nondescript t-shirt was actually morphing into a white, crisp button-down shirt; the sleeves rolled over Derek's muscular arms, ending in cuffs fastened with silver links. "That's better", the jock said, nodding in approval. "But I still need a suit".
Suddenly, a vest and jacket materialized around Derek's body from thin air, hugging his chest and arms snugly and comfortably, custom-made to the inch. Meanwhile, his shorts were lengthening, becoming smoother and tighter, until they had become a perfect pair of dress pants. His sneakers had already transformed into formal shoes, shining under the shop's neon lights.
Even Derek's face wasn't spared by the changes: it actually became handsomer, with a more mature, rugged look. His blond hair were now neatly trimmed, as were his sexy beard and goatee. His hands expertly adjusted the knot of his pink tie, an insanely expensive gold watch on his left wrist.
Dressed in his impeccable pearl grey, pin-striped three-piece suit, Derek looked like a businessman, the portrait of maleness, success and confidence. Confidence that he readily showed to the world smiling with his perfect white teeth.
Jake, obviously, was less than amused. "Dude, what the fuck?!", he exclaimed. "You look like a freaking A&F model now!".
Derek looked at himself and shrugged. "And what's wrong with that? I look cool, and you know what? Wearing a suit feels awesome! You should really try one, too".
"No way in hell!", Jake shouted. He then heard steps behind him and turned around to see the clerk coming towards him, a concerned look on his face. "Something's wrong, sir?", he asked, before noticing Derek's brand new look. Then his eyes went open wide. "Finally...", he muttered, coming close to Derek and caressing his bearded chin, like he thought he was staring at an illusion that would vanish if touched. "Finally the shop has made someone like me...".
"Someone like you?", Derek and Jake asked at the same time. Now that he looked at both of them, Jake noticed that Derek and the clerk looked like fraternal twins! "And what to you mean with "the shop made him"?", he then asked.
"Well, as you've already discovered, the merchandise in this shop has magical properties... what you still don't know, is that the shop itself is the one making them magical. We can safely say that the shop is alive, even if this is just an approximation", the clerk explained. "Obviously, being a place and not a person, it's difficult for it to interact with other people... That's where the ties came into existence". He touched his own pink necktie and shuddered, apparently with pleasure. "They're nooses put around our necks by the shop itself, a symbol of our slavery".
"Slavery?!", Derek repeated. "I don't want to be a slave!".
The clerk lowered his head. "I'm sorry, but that's something beyond my powers. The shop has clearly chosen you as one of his clerks, and that's not the kind of contract you can terminate; you will never be able to leave this place". The man smiled tentatively. "But that doesn't mean there aren't positive aspects! I've been a clerk since 1891, and I've never aged a day. And these bodies are amazing, especially in bed...". He stroked Derek's chin seductively, and then licked his ear while caressing his necktie. Jake could literally see his lover melting under the clerk's expert touch. "I've been alone for so long... I can't wait to suck your cock dry...".
"H-hey!", Jake exclaimed, freezing the two shop clerks on the spot. "He is MY bro! Keep your hands off!".
"Dude, haven't you heard?", was Derek's answer. He looked resigned, but the tenting gray pants clearly betrayed his arousal. "I'm, like, stuck here from now on. What's wrong if I, um... enjoy the ride?"
"I have so many things to teach you!", the clerk murmured, his hands now groping his new colleague's tight butt. "This place is full of wonders, and we will be able to enjoy them freely... forever...".
Jake watched the two handsome men making out, an angry yet impotent look on his face. His fists clenched, he decided to...