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John—who already felt weird thinking of herself as John, looking the way she did—shook her head, tossing her pitch black hair back and forth.

"This is ridiculous." She'd never had such long hair, or wanted it, as a guy, and it had been brown. But already, the hair seemed more correct than the short boyish style she used to wear.

John shook her head again, realizing something weird was happening in her mind. Subtle, but real. Her entire identity was reassociating around her body. She was a girl, now, and that should have been more alarming than it actually was.

It was precisely how normal it felt to be a girl that set off the alarms in John's mind. She needed to sort this out.

After a few steps back towards the cash register, she realized two things:

First and foremost, the buttplug and crotch-chain combo made walking around really stimulating. She hadn't made it out of the aisle before she was flushed with arousal.

And secondly, her old clothes were awful. They didn't fit right and they were ugly boy clothes anyway. Not sexy at all, and too restrictive. She desperately wanted to ditch them and get into something more appropriate. She did have to kick off the shoes, peeling off the boring gray ankle socks while she did.

The tile floor of the store felt delightful on her bare feet.

When she reached the register, the old woman stared at her for a moment before smiling knowingly. The man didn't even bother looking at her.

"Oh dear," said the woman. "Well, you're definitely going to have to buy that one, now that you've got it inside you."

"I don't want it. I tried it on, but—" John cut herself off. "Wait, no, it attacked me. That's right. I didn't ask for this. Please get it off of me. Right now, please." Still, she couldn't make herself feel angry about the situation.

"Sorry, sweetheart," the man said, moving a chess piece on their game board. "We can't remove it just like that. That item is special."

"What?" John's stomach filled with dread. But also, interestingly, fluttered excitedly. "You mean I'm stuck like this?"

"Well, yes and no," said the woman. "It will come off on its own, eventually. But we can't remove it. That will be one hundred and twenty dollars. Cash only."

John was appalled, but anger remained out of reach. "I'm not paying for this."

The man laughed softly. "Oh, aren't you?"

John looked down at his wallet in his hands, already drawing out the necessary bills and placing them on the counter.

The lady took it with a smile. "Thank you very much. Come back any time!"

John blinked. She definitely didn't intend to do that. "Thank you. What was that? Please explain."

The old man pointed at the black collar around John's throat. "That thing was a custom order, yeah? Turns the wearer into a really good girl. You're gonna be very polite and obedient while you're wearing it. No anger, very good manners, eager to please, follows the rules, yadda yadda."

More butterflies. Why was that so exciting? "I see. And how long will it stay... on me?"

"That's up to you." The old man laughed. "Now, I see you don't have any more money, so you're clearly not going to be buying anything else." He pointed to a small sign on the wall behind him.

NO LOITERING

John swallowed, feeling a sudden need to leave. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go now. Thank you." She turned and walked right out of the store, dumbfounded.

She stood in the main corridor of the mall for several seconds, processing what just happened. "It's up to me? What does that mean?"