Hide.

The last thing you need is to get arrested for breaking and entering so you quietly run to the far end of the room and slide behind a pile of clothes against the wall. Inching along you are happy as the space opens a bit between towers of clothes and you find a spot where you know you can't be seen and can sit relatively comfortable. You hear them walking around the room, they even check the door as you hear them say, "Now who put that there." Then they call out, "If anyone is in here come out."

You don't dare say anything, but you do decide you aren't getting caught naked and quietly grab things you think you can fit into. The first thing your fingers find is a pair of wine colored brief style panties that fit nicely, that once you have them on you realize the back is open, "Of all the luck." You whisper. "Pants I just need pants." Several pairs of legs you yank and discard till you find a very stretchy black wet look leggings with a shiny gold zipper, in back, it pulls in tight and with a smile you finally have pants on. For a top you find a baby pink t shirt with an open back that is hooked together with a little bow so a stripper could simply unhook the bow and boom topless. As you don't have tits you don't put on a bra but looking down you can't help but notice your nipples seem a little more perky than usual as if the taboo of dressing like this was getting you a little aroused. You don't find any shoes till you hear the girl walk back into the dressing room. Once she is gone you find the first pair you can get on with the widest heel, figuring that would be the easiest to walk in. Side zip easy to put on oh so soft velvety smooth black ankle boots with a rounded toe and thick platform under the toes make the 6" heels seem pretty tame once you stand up.

Dressed you decide, what the hell, and just go into the next room. "Huh, empty again." Looking in the mirror you are a bit surprised by the girlish man looking back at you. Then you spot an interesting sounding name on a clear pink wand like device, with settings for hair, nails, makeup, and even accessories, "Instachange." It has an interface plug so further control must be done through a link cable, which you could use with your novacom if you had the cable. Curiosity gets the better of you and you slide the slider to nails and click it on, the tip crackles with a little energy. Tapping it to your left thumbnail your body is rippled with a quick little shock and a moment later all your nails are covered in red polish that even extends longer till you have sexy long nails. "Woah." You click them on the table then feel them, "Neat acrylic nails." The obvious next choice is makeup, tapping the tiny charge to your nose colors your lips in matching red, then your eyes are rimmed in black liner as your lashes grow slightly fuller and shadow gives you a perfect smoky eye look finishing with a hind of blush and your skin all over seems a tad smoother and softer than before. Looking in the mirror you have to know what it does and switch it to hair. This time the charge is bigger which makes you nervous but touching it to your head creates the sensation of someone softly caressing your head. Your hair grows or possibly is just covered in fake but very real feeling plastic or something, till your face is rimmed nicely by a cute light blonde bob cut with sexy bangs that almost try to hide your eyes, with a flick of your head it layers a bit then settles down as if you had always looked this way. Last but not least you go ahead and switch to accessories. The charge seems a bit big, but the hair style felt great so you close your eyes as you tap your nose. "Mother fucker!" You yelp as the whatever this is creates a nose ring in the center of your nose like a bull, it is shiny silver and half an inch in diameter. Your eyes widen as you realize how loud you were and run back through the storeroom and on outside, wand clutched in your hand. As you run you feel many piercings grow in each ear, through your tongue, and below your lips right in the center, then your body tingles as it ripples down your torso till you feel it pierce your navel of all places, as well as your nipples. "Fuck that hurt." You say rubbing your sore nipples.

"Miss, are you okay?" You hear a voice from behind you ask.