The Game Master raises an eyebrow.
"Butler, it would appear," he says with a strange smile. "Well, why don't you change into your new occupational uniform? Please make sure you wear only the items provided," he states with a flourish towards the back of the store. A sign glows slightly with the words "Staff Only." You offer the Game Master a querying look, but proceed through the door with the sign on it. You enter a large room, oddly disproportionate with size of the store. Well, maybe he made the store smaller so he could have all this storage, you think to yourself, although you find it hard to believe a space this size could even fit inside the building. Looking around, you see rows of shelves before you, but out of the corner of your eye you notice something to your left. It is a small room with a curtain hanging from a bar across the top of the door, and inside on a hook, you see a complete bulter's uniform draped on a hanger. Walking closer, you notice that there are even shiny black shoes on the floor, and cufflinks on a small shelf. Opposite the uniform is a full-length mirror, and to a side, a small locker with a tag on it which reads, "Employee."
You step inside the little room and look at yourself in the mirror. You are still in your drab school uniform, with it's required knee-length skirt and white polo shirt. You hate the outfit you have to wear daily, but you are even less comfortable with wearing a ridiculous suit in the middle of the mall, where anyone who knew you might walk in. You have to psyche yourself up, muttering that it will all be worth it when you get a full scholarship. Closing the curtain, you begin to strip your clothes off, when you notice that there is even a pair of newly packaged boxers laid out...but no bra. You glower at the uniform for a moment, wondering what the Game Master is trying to pull. It's bad enough that you have to dress like this for minimum wage, but this is bordering on harassment, you grumble. Still, for the moment, you are determined to see it through. You remove all your clothes, even your underwear and bra, and begin to don your new work uniform.
The boxers aren't bad, but as you pull on the shirt and pants, it becomes readily apparent that they are made for someone taller and lankier than you, and hang loosely and bunch up around your wrists and ankles. However, it is almost uncomfortably tight around your chest and hips. You look in the mirror and blush, and nearly decide to leave, but you figure you should at least put on the complete outfit and see if it is at least bearable when you have the vest and jacket on. While still tight around the chest, the vest and jacket when closed provide some support, although you still feel self-conscious, especially due to the poor fit. You slip on the socks and shoes, which are obviously too big for you, and even with the laces tied as tight as possible appear like clown shoes on your feet. With a bit of fiddling, you manage to figure out how to insert the cufflinks, but you are at a loss whe it comes to the tie. You figure as long as you tie it around your neck and go out, you can ask the Game Master how to do it properly. You twist and knot it randomly, not expecting much, but when you look up at your reflection, astonishlingly you have somehow tied it perfectly. Dismissing it as sheer luck, you tuck the tie inside the vest and button it up, and finally draw on your white gloves.
The uniform finally complete, you decide to see if you can make it through the day despite the discomfort. You place your school uniform and bag inside the locker, and again examine yourself in the mirror. Grimacing, you feel like a little kid who is trying on their big brother's clothes. You hope it at least looks okay from the back, and turn away from the mirror. Facing the opposite wall, you teeter a bit, feeling an odd wave of dizzyness. You reach out and place a hand on the wall for a moment, then feel the sensation pass. Despite the sudden instability, you now feel a bit more comfortable, and wonder if you are getting used to the strange getup. You look over your shoulder at the mirror to examine the back of the jacket, coattails and all, and nearly jump out of the small room in surprise.
For a moment, you think a strange man has walked into the room while you weren't looking, but the person reflected mirrors your every movement. You raise your hand to touch your face, and stare astounded as the lean, clean-shaven young man with short, slicked-back hair staring back at you does the same. Furthermore, the young man's butler uniform fits him perfectly, as though it were tailored for him. You look down and realize that the fabric of the trousers no longer bunches around your ankles, but hangs straight and true. The shoes even fit right, and when you reach for your chest, the shirt is no longer stretched to the maximum, but lying flat against your pectoral muscles. Reluctantly, you glance down, and even notice a slight bulge in your pants.
At first, you are too shocked to react. Then, in a sudden wave of anger and anxiety, you rip back the curtain and tear out of the room, running in much longer strides than you were accustomed to up to the front of the store to find the Game Master.
"What did you do to me?!!" you nearly yell in disbelief.
Annoyed, the Game Master looks up at you from some object he is tinkering with. However, his irritation fades into a self-satisfied smile as he sees the new you. "Well, you look quite the part," he says smugly. "This should bring in the female clientele." Despite the danger of angering someone who can turn you into a newt at a moment's notice, you nearly blow your top. Seeing the lack of reason in your eyes, the Game Master waves his hand dismissively. "It's just part of the uniform, don't worry."
As you stand there with your mouth hanging open, not sure whether to be relieved or furious, the Game Master turns to the door.
"Ah, a customer," he says eagerly, ignoring you completely, as in walks...