Do you really need them?

You stare your old clothes. They seem – crude, crumpled, inelegant. Look down on yourself. You’re not sure what's coming over you - you’ll need them in a week if – when - you turn back, but her look has so little sympathy for the men’s clothes on her counter that you do what she expects you to and nod.

“S... sure. No need to bother with them any more, right?”

She smiles broadly

“Exactly. Your new style suits you SO much better, don’t you think? Don't you dare to change back!”

You gulp. She has no idea what that would entail, but it – somehow feels like you could just take this woman's advice anyway….

You pay for your new outfit, wave her goodbye and leave the store without burdening yourself with your old life’s remains.

You take your phone from your purse and check the time. You're a little late, but not embarrassingly so.