Janet walked into the door of the new store. She'd never seen it before - the only thing signifying its existence was the small, narrow door in the brick wall of a narrow alley. Janet walked this particular alley quite a bit, using it as a shortcut on he way to work. Peering inside she could see the store was insanely large, almost larger than it could possibly be considering the size of the building. The store looked empty. It was spacious, but had enormous shelves running to the roof, stretching down to the distant back of the store. The walls were white, windowless.
Janet was an average looking 20 year old, nothing special. She stood a decent 4'60" tall, a small face adorned by long dark brown hair and a slender frame.
There didn't seem to be anyone else in the store. Intrigued, Janet walked down the first long aisle. Rows and rows of shoes. "Must be a shoe warehouse or something", he thought to herself. Small signs adorned the shelves, 'Feel free to try on any pair! Just take your pick and try them on in the change rooms at the back of the store! Guaranteed to fit! Warning: Our sales can sometimes be contagious!', the signs read. A change room? Why would trying on shoes require separate rooms? Janet pondered.
There were all kinds, colors and sizes of shoes filling the enormous shelves of the store. Areas of the shelves were even categorised in ways Janet had never considered - imported from specific countries, certain brands, sports, and even a few labelled with celebrity signatures. The strange thing was that although there seemed to be an endless variety of different shoes, each shoe seemed to only come in a particular size. "Hmph, can't see how these are all 'guaranteed to fit'..." Janet mumbled. It couldn't hurt to try a new style at least, surely the store owner would be able to get ones that would fit her average size nines once she's tried a style she liked, she thought to herself.
On that thought, Janet browsed for a few minutes, inspecting the endless variety of shoes. Slowly she found himself drawn to a particular pair in a way he thought most peculiar. It was like she couldn't resist trying them on. She grabbed the pair of shoes off the shelf and headed towards the change room at the back. She closed the lock behind her. It was rather large for a change room, a long seat and a narrow mirror on the back wall. Janet sat down, flung off his size 9 trainers and sat the pair she was going to try on next to her.
Janet had picked out a pair of...