Suddenly, you seem to forget why you were in the fitting room with no clothes to try on. You still remember that you were using the flashlight, but feel that since you're at the mall you should shop, not stare at your new body. Seeing no choice, you let your feminine instincts take over.
Out of habit, you reach down to your "pants" to check your wallet to see how much money you have only to be reminded that you are now wearing a denim mini-skirt that has no pockets. Wondering what happened to your wallet during your transformation, a small, pink purse on the dressing room bench catches the corner of your eye. You don't recall that being there when you entered. Curious, you pick the purse up and unzip it. Inside you find a lipstick that seems to match the shade you're wearing, a compact, mascara, a hair brush, a pocketbook scheduler, and a new wallet. You open the wallet and realize it is yours; the driver's license matches your reflection. You also see something in your wallet that makes you smile - a credit card. You replace the contents of your purse, with the addition of your magical flashlight, zip it closed, and place your arm through the handles of the purse so it hangs from the crook of your elbow.
As you step out of the dressing room, not missing a single stride in your high heels, you take a moment to think about what to shop around for first.