"This circle of wardrobes over there looks like it has something for me."

It did look like the obvious place to search for more clothes, since their doors were all faced towards a center. In that center, there was a full height mirror and a bench. The central space was about thirty feet in diameter, which was enough for posing, dancing around or just about any activity.

Walking was weird and scary at first, but the platform of her sandals was wide enough at the bottom, so there was some steadiness coming at the cost of that height and weight.

Jen approached the mirror and saw her own self at the moment. A lost girl of high attractiveness, conflicted face expression, a dildo plugging her pussy very visibly and a pair of stripper heels with openly dangling ankle straps on her feet.

She was ready to be overwhelmed, ready to open all of the wardrobes at once, but they all stood apart.

"The choice is yours." — Jen recalled the simple line on the note. This time, however, she really felt like making it. These giant wooden cases came in different colors, and she was quite intrigued to see what could be inside.