Dropping the clothes on the floor, you turn about and march back out of the bathroom, not wanting anything to do with further making your life complicated by wearing the clothing found in the room. Striding up to the counter, you look at the assistant and open your mouth to say something.
Before you can get one syllable, the assistant tells you, "Beat it kid. I've got business to attend to," and turns to a pile of books and begins writing data in them.
Bothered that you couldn't even argue your point, sure that he has your original clothes and he is responsible for your transformation, you patiently wait and when you are sure he is not paying any attention to you, you sneak past him and into a back room.
Looking about, you see shelves that start close to the floor and then go up to the ceiling. Counting, you think that there about eight shelves per wall, with three walls total. Groaning, you think, "This is going to take forever. I just hope he stays busy," and begin searching the nearest shelf.
Shelf after shelf of uniforms for the boy scouts, ROTC and other various organizations can be found, just not your original clothes. Thinking, "Maybe if I put on one of the ROTC uniforms, I'll change back," you begin to take off the Boy Scout uniform and then after a moments hesitation, you take off the underwear as well and folding the articles of clothing up, you place them on the shelf with the rest of the Boy Scout uniforms.
Shivering, realising that it is cold in this room, you shift about as you feel the cold concrete slowly numbing your bare feet. As you do this, you accidently knock into a ladder. With a thundering crash, it topples over and into a couple of shelves, scattering uniforms about. From behind you, you hear the assistant bellow, "What the hell! Is someone back there?"
Scared of being caught, and naked none the less, you scoot across the room and casting about, you drop down and squeeze beneath the lowest shelf just as the man comes into the room. Cursing, he belts out, "Is someone in here," looks to the mess on the floor and cursing a bit more, comments, "Great. Now I have a mess to clean up as well as the book keeping that needs to be finished." And cursing some more, he begins to pick up, fold and stack the uniforms back on the shelves.
Shivering, knowing you cannot lie here on the cold concrete forever, scared you're going to get caught, you reach out and try to grab a ROTC uniform. When you finally do grab a uniform, you hope that your hand wasn't seen and slowly pull it under the shelf.
You began to put it on when you realize your now wearing a........