Neither, you change your mind and run.

When it comes right down to it you just can't buy anything. There is no way that crazy old woman was telling the truth, and what if she was, you aren't sure which would be worse, being made fun of or turning into a woman. Quickly you dump everything on a shelf and make your way to the door, ignoring the call of, “Can I help you?” Coming from the teller as you go.

Walking through the mall you soon put it all out of your mind, “Crazy old lady.” You say to yourself as you get across the mall. “Stupid bitch trying to rip me off, get me to buy some stuff I don't need.” While you still kinda want to go to the concert, this whole thing still freaks you out a little. Rounding a corner you are again startled as you see the old woman standing a few feet in front of you, she isn't moving, she is just standing there staring at you. Taking a step back you let out a little gasp, but don't say anything. Till the impossible happens, a couple of girls walking along toward you, walk right through the old woman as if she wasn't there. Stumbling backwards you dart to the side and into the first store you come to, a leather store.

As you walk in the smell of leather filling your nose is amazing. The 40 something woman, folding t shirts looks over at you and asks, “Can I help you?”

“Just looking thanks.” You answer and she goes back to work, leaving you to look around alone. Before long you find a rack of riding style jackets and decide to try a couple on. None of them really fit, no matter how much you are sure they are right, they all seem to fit odd. Finally you just give up and head for the door. She starts to ask again if you need anything and you cut her off with, “No thanks, I've got to go.” She just smiles. But as you get to the door you suddenly once again see that creepy old woman, causing you to jolt backwards, knocking down a mannequin, that falls into a display rack, and all of it goes crashing to the floor. “Oh shit!” You exclaim, just catching yourself so you don't hit the floor.

The woman working at the store is there in a flash saying, “Are you all right?” She helps you up as you mumble some kind of an apology. Not wanting to look like a total dick you help her pick everything up, stacking it all on a table. She straightens the mannequin before saying with a smile, “Oh no you ripped the shirt, well I guess you bought it.” She can see the terror in your eyes and tries to dismiss it, “Don't worry, I'm just kidding. That shirt is only $5 here you can have it as a souvenir. I'm just happy you weren't hurt.” She tosses you the tiny little ripped gray shirt with the motorcycle on it.

The second you catch it you hear a voice in your head, that horrible old woman's voice, “Done.” Your vision begins to blur, your head swims, and you stumble away trying to escape, not even knowing what is happening, just filled with a feeling of dread for some reason. Stumbling down the mall, hand on the wall to keep you upright, your shoes are the first casualty. As your feet shrink you simply step out of them. Next come your pants as your waist melts away. Your big shirt hangs lower and lower as you walk as you shrink both in height and girth with every step, clutching the ripped little t shirt in your now slender hand. “Why are you doing this to me?” You say quietly, not really sure if anyone will answer, and in your head you hear a reply.
“I made your wish come true.”

“But why? I didn't buy the clothes, I changed my mind.” You say.

“My minions will consume your soul.” The voice hisses. “Now be a good girl and come to me so they can feast.”

This causes you to panic, but your head is still swimming, your heart is now pounding audibly in your chest as your body is still reforming. Your chest feels heavier now, your ass is clearly nice and full, as you stumble on your sagging ill fitting socks, you crash to the ground.

Somewhere you hear the snarl of some huge animal and all seems lost, your head swimming you can't even get to your feet. Just then you feel a hand, soft, on your head. A gentile voice, both feminine and masculine at the same time says, “I can send you away, it will buy you some time. The yellow glow inside of demons will reveal themselves to you so you can either fight or run. Good luck.” With that the voice says a quick chanting phrase and for an instant you are sure you are dead, then you feel dirt under your now apparently naked body, as a warm breeze washes softly over your exposed flesh. Spent you quietly close your eyes and pass out.