I used to hate shopping! For me it
was simply the worst! If I could I would just have worn always the same type of
clothes, regardless of the occasion. My girlfriend on the contrary had a
completely different opinion on the matter, and she always insisted for me to
accompany her on her shopping sprees and encouraged me to buy new stuff for me
as well. When she got home she could barely contain herself for the excitement.
A lot of new shops had just opened at the mall, and among them there was also
one for men. Perfect for me to buy new clothes for work. I didn’t really want
to go, but there was no use to fight, so I complied and followed her.
Once there I insisted for her to at
least leave me alone to choose my clothes. She didn’t objected, since she had a
lot of shops to visit herself, so I got into the shop and started to look
around. To my surprise and confusion, despite being a shop for men, all the
clothes around me just seemed to be for women. The shelves in the sport section
of the store were filled with leggings, tank tops, training bras and yoga
pants, the formal wear section consisted almost entirely of dresses, and the
casual wear racks were full of skirts, blouses, and so on. Confused I asked the
sales woman for some explanation, but she just asked me what I was looking for.
As soon as I told her she just picked up a bunch of clothes for me and pointed
me to the changing room. I figured I may have just missed the male clothes, so
I just did as she said and went in there. I took the clothes and slipped into
them. Strangely enough at first both the shirt and blazer seemed far too small,
especially around the shoulder, but as soon as I put them on they fitted like a
glove. So did the pants, which despite looking very tight, almost to the point
of being uncomfortable, perfectly wrapped my legs like they were tailor made.
I looked at myself into the mirror
expecting to see myself in formal wear for work, but to my surprise I noticed
that what I was wearing were actually female clothes. The shirt I put on was
actually a blouse, and the pants and the blazer definitely had a female style,
with large sleeves and a tight cut. But even more surprising was the fact that
those clothes fitted me all too perfectly. The tight pants made my legs appear
long and toned, my hips wide, and my butt round and perky, while my shoulders,
torso and arms had become much narrower, almost frail and delicate. Not only
that, but my hands were now dainty, my skin was soft and smooth, and my face
looked almost feminine, with a delicate jawline, luscious lips and no facial
hair to be seen. My attention shifted towards my crotch, where to my dismay my
bulge had completely disappeared, leaving behind a flat groin tightly covered by
my female pants.
I screamed to that sight, only to
immediately let my cry of fear stop in my throat as I realized that I actually
let out a female shriek, and I immediately tried to get out of the changing
room, only to find the door locked. Just then I noticed that the stall door was
covered with knobs and dials. I figured out that maybe one of them would have
opened it, so I started to twist and turn them at random. I didn’t notice it at
first for how scared I was, but every twist of those dials was furtherly
changing my body. My hair became wavy and grew all the way to my butt only to immediately
shorten back to my shoulders as I kept messing with the dials, and changed
color several times. The two modest breasts that had appeared on my chest grew
and shrunk several sizes. In a matter of seconds I went from being a thin woman,
to a chubby one, to a fit one. Finally I was able to open the door.
The sales woman was there waiting for
me, with a satisfied look on her face. I immediately started to yell, and
fidget, both scared and enraged, but the woman just kept her cool and after
having let me pour out my confusion she calmly and kindly started to explain to
me what had just happened. She told me that the shop was indeed for men, but
only for them to explore and discover shopping as women. While in the store
customers can get changed into whatever outfit they wish and alter their
appearance however they want, but as soon as they leave the store they turn
back to normal and the clothes they buy transform into the male equivalent. As
I listened to her explanation I couldn’t believe to what I was hearing, but my
changed body was enough of a proof that she was telling the truth. Despite my
skepticism having dissolved, I still wasn’t sure about what to think of it. I
was a girl now, tits and everything! What should I have done next? The woman
had the perfect answer to that question. <<Just explore and have
fun.>>.
And so I did. With the enthusiasm and
trepidation of a children in a candy store I started to raid the shelves of all
the item of clothing that would capture my attention and imagination. I must
have spent hours in the changing room trying them one after the other. Skirts,
dresses, pantyhose, lingerie… I had the time of my life. Every time I put on a
different article of clothing my body would change to fit it properly, and then
I also had the freedom to mess around with the knobs and dials to alter my
appearance however I wished. So many possibilities, so many changes! But after
a while I couldn’t ignore my phone buzzing anymore. My girlfriend was looking
for me and was most likely worried since I was nowhere to be found. But as I
realized that as soon as I would have left the shop I would have gone back to
being myself I got immediately sad. For a brief time I had the possibility to
change myself into my dream girl, and now that would have been taken away from
me. It was unfair!
Fortunately for me the woman noticed
my gloom, and had the perfect solution to my predicament. She pointed me to two
dials that were separate from all the others and looked quite different too.
She explained to me that one would have allowed me to choose for how much time
I would have kept my new form once outside of the store, while the other would
have altered my personality however I wished, giving me all the skills and
knowledge necessary to act and live like a perfect girl. Thrilled like I had
never been before I thanked the lady and rushed to the dials. My hands were
shaking as I started to scroll through all the countless options the displays
were offering me. My mind was flooded with questions. For how much do I want to
stay a girl? A day? A week? Months? …Forever? How will I explain the situation
to my girlfriend? How will she take the news that I have willingly decided to
turn myself into a girl? But all those question were secondary compared to all
the ones that went into my mind as I looked at all the options available in the
personality settings. Not only I could have changed myself into a girl for
however long I wished, I could have given myself a completely different
personality. A completely different life! All those options… “ditzy”, “trashy”,
“sorority”… “slutty”. Which one to pick? Which one..?
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