"It's a cold night," he continues. "These are the only items I can let go without payment, you understand."
"Look, I can pay," you state then realize without a phone or cash or debit card, there's no way you can give him anything right now.
"I'm sure you're good for it, but most of my clothing is designer and expensive. It's one of these or you can head out barefoot."
Frustrated and knowing he's right, You sigh. There's no way you're going to dress in a short skirt and blouse, and you don't even want to consider the Neko except to wonder why he even has that here. The sweater and jeans will be best and warm. The others look pretty skimpy.
"The changing room is behind that door," he offers pointing to the right.
With the outfit in hand, you mumble, "Thanks," as you walk across the store.
Closing the door, you come face-to-face with your new self looking back from the mirror inside the door. It's a shock, mainly because you first don't recognize it's you and think someone else is in here. She's only wearing underwear, too, and has long blond hair. Her face is lightly done with makeup giving her a nice girl-next-door look. Automatically you smile just as she does.
Holy crap! It's me, you think as you raise your hand to your face confirming. Your masculine features are well disguised including thinner eyebrows and dark lashes plus pale red lips. "Nice," you gasp before changing moods. "I mean, those jerks. I bet this won't wash off either. I'm gonna get them back for this!"
Angrily pulling the sweater on first, you feel it cling against you. It's long sleeve and a turtle neck, so it covers your hairy male arms and Adam's apple furthering the illusion of what sex you really are. The jeans also bind with your legs but slip up easily due to your leg hair having been removed - another thing you just noticed and gets you angry wondering how long it'll take to grow back.
"Here's some shoes," the old man says as he raps on the door.
You open and take the shoes he hands you without comment. They are open toed, and only once they're on do you notice that your toenails are painted. A quick glance at your hands shows more that you hadn't noticed before. They are painted clear with white tips and are longer than you remember.
"You got a name and phone number?" the man asks. "So I can follow-up on their return." He hands you a card and pen to write on as you come out.
"Oh, yeah. I'm Tony Shepherd. I really appreciate this. I'll be back to pay," you tell him as you write.
"There's my shop card in the pocket. I know how these pranks can go, so just be careful."
Once he gives you directions to the hardware store, you head off down the street.
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