You enter one of the nearby department stores. With your new body you think getting new clothes might be a fun distraction. Even though you could just poof them into existence you want to experience shopping as a woman.
Not ten minutes in to you entering the shop a tall, muscular man in black slacks and a collared shirt walk up to you.
“May I help you, miss?” He asks with a smile and a wink.
“Yes, I’m looking for some new clothes...” you say, then you think. You have no idea what women’s sizes are. “I may need some help getting my measurements.”
“Can do,” the man says, pulling out a tape measure. He begins measuring your waist line. “Wow, you could really stand to lose a couple pounds.”
You sigh, your body was literally magically perfect and this man was still calling you fat.
“Why are you wearing a dress? Got a hot date?”
“No,” you say, “I’m single.”
“Would you like to change that?” He asks.
Now you realize what he is doing. Negging. Negative statements about your appearance so that you’ll want to go out with him. He’s clearly an amateur, or rather those lines wouldn’t have worked on a woman worth half her salt. You feel yourself touching the tip of your wand inside your jacket pocket.
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