Fine! I call your bluff.

You scrunch up your face and look around the shop once again. You're hoping to get a hold of some more masculine clothes, but a tickling at the back of your mind already tells you what you'll find. Dresses, skirts, peplos, and chiton. You fluster as your second search slowly begin to confirm what you already know. It's all females clothing. The witch leans back against the class case, and begins to pick at the tassels of her dress.

"You better hurry dear, " she states cooly, "Or I'll be tempted to get the centurions myself."

You fluster and throw up your hands. "There's no clothing here for men!"

A curious smile grows on her lips as she offers her retort. "Then what, my dear, were you doing here to begin with?"

Your mouth opens to offer a response, but you know it'll be seen as little more than a pathetic excuse. "I... Was just curious." You stammer as you hastily grab a tasseled blue sundress.
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"And now your curiosity can be satisfied!"She states wistfully. Her eyes squint slightly as the next words are sharper. " Put it on."

You want to protest, to tell her that you were just curious about the shops, not the clothes, but only a sigh can come to your lips. You hesitate as the look in her eyes betrays her anticipation. Is she really bluffing? Maybe she just wants to humiliate you a bit. As far as you've come, you decide to go ahead and take the plunge.

You strip out of your shirt, then throw it over your head. The dress is loose, thankfully, and covered in a white floral design. The sleeves are similarly baggy, and the neck is wide to expose a hint of your non-existant cleavage. It's fortunate that it's so large as you'd never have been able to fit inside it otherwise. Even large as it is, your wide shoulder press against the seems of the cuts. The witch seems unimpressed. "Your pants too. You'll wear it proper, and I don't know of any lady that wears working class pants under her dress." She produces a black tasseled rope belt.
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You look away, towards the door as you kick yourself free of the pants, and she wraps the belt around your waist. She fusses with it a moment, then tugs it tight. "There we go, I'm sure it'll be just perfect for you now! Give us a spin, I want to see you."

You clench your teeth, but decide to oblige. If all she wants is to humiliate you, then you guess that it's better than getting the police involved. You'll just have a silly, lacy tattoo to deal with, and then otherwise be a free man. Slowly, you pick up the skirt and begin a shuffling spin.

As you do, a convulsion passes through your body. It's not unpleasant, but neither is it enjoyable either. It's like you're in an elevator that's dropped a little too quickly. You hold your belly, and shake your head, but continue to turn around. Another convulsion strikes your body causing you to stagger slightly. "What... what's goin on?" You manage to mutter as you continue your spin. Your rear feels a little more bouncy now, each small step sends a ripple up your thighs, and even your arms feel more... jiggly. One final convulsion washes over you as you finish the spin, and you fall into the seamstresses arms. You hold your head as an intense vertigo passes over you, then you look up to the woman supporting you.

Wait... up?